Anna Arcozelo Whore ❤️

About Braga

She’s chaos, but I stan—

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m scrambling to cover my stuff. My sharpening tools are getting soaked! I’m cursing the weather, like, “Really, Arcozelo? You had to do me like this?” But then, I see this little kid jumpin’ in puddles, laughin’ his head off. And I’m like, “Okay, maybe it’s not all bad.” Kids have a way of makin’ ya smile, ya know?

Capela do Senhor da Pedra