Emilia Benjamin Constant Whore ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

Salome in the Fin de Siècle imagination

Henry Regnault, Alfred Stevens, and Benjamin-Constant depicted Salome with or without a charger, but still awaiting the saint's head. But by.

Oh, and the river! Rio da Esperança. Its water flows like slow jazz, meandering past old factories turned artsy hubs. I once sat by its bank, thinkin’ 'Happy Birthday, Mr. President,' as the sunset burned red. The reflections remind me that families can mend, scars and all.

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