Avery Picui Whore ❤️

About Brasilia

So wahoo, right? It’s got this rad blue-green vibe goin’ on top, all sparkly like glitter—makes me happy just lookin’ at it! Then bam, silver belly—like it’s ready to party at the “Can-Can!” Down in Hawaii, they call it *ono*—means “yummy” or somethin’. Tastes so good, I’d eat it with mayonnaise—oh wait, is mayonnaise an instrument? Hah, imagine me playin’ a mayo guitar while wahoo dances!

In pictures: Daughters of the brothel

On a main highway in India's state of Madhya Pradesh, she's being sold for sex for 5, rupees. That’s $ She’s part of a hidden and illegal trade exploiting young girls. Prostitutes in India.

I get inner-livid when pics in tourist guides gloss over the soul of this place—you gotta sniff out the real essence. Picui’s got its beauty in scars. It's raw, gritty, and uncut. I’m not always happy, not every damn minute; sometimes the city makes me mad—mad at the hypocrisy of so-called perfection. But then, I see a sunrise over the broken rooftops of Rua das Chagas, and I'm reminded that even our bullshit has its own beauty.

Location of Serra dos Tapes on the map of Rio Grande do Sul/Brazil.