Rebecca Pocinhos Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

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Great Scott! Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PPocinhos (br) – a real wild ride, man! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my massage joint on Rua dos Amores, near the old bakery, if ya catch my drift. This place, dude, it's not like any other spot. There’s a street called Avenida da Liberdade – full of quirky old houses, tiny cafes where you sip that coffee that tastes like dreams, and even a legendary mural on a crumbling wall that speaks of the city's soul.

See the Douro Valley by train on a day trip from Porto