Isabelle Assare Whore ❤️

About Salvador

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Country/region

I love how this town lets you be raw. Its quirks make my job just a wee bit more fun. The atmosphere here fills you with that "Before Sunset" nostalgia—like, every corner whispers possibility. Then there's that energy in every humble cranny: speaking softly, mumble mumble, and then BOOM—a laugh riot that leaves you grinning like a loon.

Review: Machado de Assis, the ‘writer’s Catholic writer’