Gianna Benjamin Constant Whore ❤️

About Recife

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

Creating determined heroines and the men who appreciate them

There’s this park, Parque dos Sonhos, where lost souls meet and kids laugh. It’s like every bench hides secrets of broken hearts and new hope. I yap with folks there – makes me feel less lonely. On weekends, I wander over to Avenida dos Pioneiros. That spot’s got history etched in brick, y’know. Drips of oil-dark nostalgia, like in that film – “There will be blood,” but that’s just the bitter-sweet pulse of life here!

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