Amelia Parede Whore ❤️

About Porto

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

Scrabble Tools

An uncut Paredes de Coura chronicle. Expect the unexpected, join the madness, read the latest music festival goodness here.

First stop, Rua da Liberdade. I’m cruising down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! A rat the size of a small dog darts across the street. I nearly spill my coffee! Like, c’mon, dude! This ain’t a rat race! I chase it down, but it’s too quick. I’m huffing and puffing, looking like a fool.

Huge upset win sends Humana-Paredes & Wilkerson to beach volleyball quarterfinals