Zara Jeronimo Monteiro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

Jerônymo Monteiro

First off, there's Rua das Rosas. Yeah, roses! A street with the sweetest vibe, flirting with the old charm of our town. Strolling down there, I often think, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” like Hannibal lecter’d say – deliciously disturbing yet poetic, eh? It’s one of those phrases that sticks with ya when you need to feel alive.

Figure 2. Vriesea agostiniana (1), epiphyte specimen collected in a...