Penelope Parauapebas Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

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I gotta drop some therapy insights: the simple, everyday places here, like the small cafés on Rua das Palmeiras, hide cracked hearts and tales of sorrow. Families come in to spill their guts – secrets swirling like the dust from those huge trucks rumbling past the mining sites. And let me tell ya, the mines near the city, those frantic behemoths, have shaped the collective psyche more than you’d think. I'm talkin’ irony that you’d only see if you’ve been around enough to see the despair and hope coexisting.

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