Elise Jeronimo Monteiro Whore ❤️

About Belo Horizonte

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Arquivo do blog

Yo, the Mercado Municipal is a riot of flavors and moods. Strolling through, the aroma of fresh produce makes your senses dance, and sometimes I get so caught up reminiscing over stories of my patients – my very own soap opera unfolding among the stalls. I'll say, the vibe here is chaotic in the best way possible.

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