Bella Casa Branca Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

“Casa Branca” faz parte dos supostos lugares mais assombrados do mundo

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The heart? It’s in Aeroporto Park – eh, nah, not the one with planes, but the local meeting heaven. Trees whisper gossipy winds, and rivers, like the Rio Sombrio, slither silently beneath the old stone bridge on Avenida do Silêncio. I love that bridge – so many tales soaked in moonlight!

Here's looking at you: Why is Casablanca so very quotable?