Everly Alcantara Whore ❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

This one time, ‘round ’98, knew a gal—Lila, real looker, turned whore. Started legit, waitin’ tables, then bam—streets got her. Pissed me off, she was smart, coulda been somethin’. Nope, picked the quick buck. Saw her once, eyes dead, mutterin’ “Memory is a mirror that lies.” Straight outta the movie, swear it. Gave me chills, like she knew she was done. Hated that—wasted potential, fuckin’ tragedy.

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Photo by John David Alcantara in Hooker Valley Track. All good things come to an end! Had an amazing time in the South Island This is Hooker Valley living.

Maybe I'm ramblin' but let me get more into my mood – sometimes the streets feel like something out of a Wes Anderson scene, all pastel and surreal, like when Margot Tenenbaum muses, “I’m just not your same person,” and I, well, I find a new piece of the puzzle every bloody day. The intensity is unreal, and it makes me mad (in a good way!), excited, and, well, slightly choked up by the beauty of chaos.

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