Abigail Exu Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty types actin’ like whores ain’t people. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! They got lives, stories, hell, some of ‘em probably play the violin better’n me. I seen one gal – swear to God – she coulda been in *Memento*, all tatted up with names she couldn’t recall, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me sad, then mad, then I just laughed – life’s a damn puzzle, ain’t it? “Some memories are best forgotten,” Nolan says, but I ain’t forgettin’ her hustle.

This kind of woman is direct, passionate and uninhibited.

And what of Pomba Gira? What can be said about her? Is she, as is often said, the Devil's Wife? Is she an Ancestress? A witch? A whore?

I met a dear soul there, a lost love of mine, oh, we chatted, we cried—ahh, those were days, cruelty, sweet was our healing, hsss! Sometimes, I shout, "This is a good place for souls, yesss, for doin’ inside out!"

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