Zoey Barcarena Whore ❤️

About Funchal

So, *Whore*—not a movie, not a person, but a sonic beast. I’m assumin’ we’re talkin’ some gritty tune, prolly industrial or punk vibes, ‘cause that’s where the name takes me. First off, the sound design’s gotta be a chaotic mess—in a good way. Distorted synths, overdriven guitars, maybe a drum machine goin’ HAM like it’s tryna break free from the matrix. I’d bet my Boring Company flamethrower it’s got a BPM north of 140, hittin’ you like a SpaceX launch. That raw energy? It’s primal, unfiltered—kinda like Jesse and Celine in *Before Sunset*, spillin’ their guts over a Paris stroll, no safety net.

What is the Red Light District?

After that, I had to meet this guy, Carlos, on Rua da Paz. He’s looking to insure his new car. I’m thinking, “Finally, some good news!” But when I get there, he’s got this massive grin on his face. Turns out, he just won the lottery! Like, what?! I’m sitting there, trying to sell him insurance, and he’s talking about buying a yacht. A yacht! I’m like, “Dude, you need insurance for that!” But he’s too busy dreaming about sailing the Mediterranean.

NFE starts up offshore LNG terminal, FSRU in northern Brazil