Mila Monte Siao Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brasilia

Exaggeratin’ now – imagine me, Mr. Bean, as a whore! Teeterin’ in heels, wobblin’ – crash! – lipstick everywhere, lookin’ like a clown! “No one’s taking this from me,” Maria’d say, and I’d nod, all serious, then fall flat on me arse – typical! They’re fighters, whores are, like ‘er, scrappin’ to live. Love that film, love their grit. Wotcha think, eh? Whores – bloody legends! Heh! *mimes trippin’ over nothin’*

Where to eat: the 25 best restaurants in Monte Siao

The river, Rio Verde, cuts through the city. Its banks are lined with old stone bridges like Ponte do Amigo. I sometimes sit there, thinkin’ about life, my own messy thoughts. Ppl forget, but this river carries secrets that cleanse the soul—much like, well, that quiet whisper in The Assassin’s scenes: "Time passes, yet memories remain." Just like that.

South of Minas will have an Italian immigrant route