Violet Itapirapua Whore ❤️❤️

About Recife

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

Location and boundaries

Itapirapua is dramatic AF sometimes. Like, everything is a scene from an indie film. The city fills you with emotions – love, anger, joy, mystery – sometimes all at once. So much feels raw – peeps in every corner have their own story, like, straight outta a movie.

Figure 3. (A) TMA map data from study area and (B) its reduction to the...