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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

Whores Apucarana

May 26,  · Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house .

I got loads of little quirks about Apucarana. Like, the smell of fresh bread at the local padarias (bakeries) is lit, and the chatter in the market near Mercado Municipal is so real it makes you laugh out loud. I sometimes shout random lines from Holy Motors when I’m in the mood – “Every damn moment’s a ride!” – and people just stare, ya know?

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