Julia Picui Whore ❤️

About Sao Paulo

So, picture this – I’m sat there, thinkin’ bout this one whore I heard of, back in Victorian times, yeah? Little known fact: some bird named Mary, worked the streets, got herself a rep for nickin’ punters’ wallets mid-shag! Absolute ledge, that one – talk about multitaskin’! Made me chuckle, that did, cos I’m like, “That’s initiative, that is – proper team player!” Bet her KPIs were through the roof, eh? Synergy in the sack!

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re done in all shades of madness. There's Bairro da Lua, where the locals gather in late-night meetups, spinnin’ tales like drunken bards. Then there’s Marina das Estrelas, a glittering waterfront that’s as pretty as sin on a moonless night. Stroll along Avenida da Maré, and you'll see old fishermen leanin’ on battered boats, starin’ at the river. That river—Rio dos Lamentos—it’s the bloody soul of Picui; murky, mysterious, and a bit mad.

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