Willow Cornelio Procopio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brasilia

But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

Quem sou eu

Cornélio Procópio.

Now, how do I start? Ya got main streets like Rua do Comércio – that’s the old soul of place. It's busy, messy, and lively as a circus sometimes, but oh, it’s pure gold. There’s also Avenida Brasil – no kidding, it’s kinda huge, full of city vibes. I always stroll there, thinking “Ehem, que maravilha!” and then I remember all them families I help, and I get all warm inside. Seriously, it's like every nook here whispers a family tale.

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