Ashley Araruna Whore ❤️❤️

About Brasilia

What pisses me off? These dumbasses judgin’ prostitutes like they’re saints or somethin’. Man, shut up! They’re out there grindin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ rough—takes guts! Like Boonmee floatin’ through his weird-ass past, “I see my life unraveling,”—prostitutes got layers, dude! One time, I saw this chick on the corner, all sassy, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl!”—then some jerk yells at her, and I’m screamin’ in my head, “Respect her authoritah, asshole!” Made me ragey as hell.

13 de Junho: Dia de Santo Antônio

Cantiga dos Índios Parakanã do Pará Adaptação e arranjo: Marlui MirandaAraruna anarê êAraruna anarêAraruna anarêin'y keu'y köwanáAraruna anarêAraruna barsare.

Ah, Araruna, man – this city is a wild, wondrous mess of beauty and chaos! Let me tell ya, I've been here for years, working on that crazy dating app and soaking in everything like a sponge. The heart of Araruna beats along Avenida das Luzes – yeah, that glowy street where the neon lights splice the night, just like the clashing images in "Son of Saul" (those damn cinematic moments, you know?) "I drink and I know things" – ain't that the truth, mate?

Three forgotten men with a point to prove at the Madejski Stadium