Anna Jeronimo Monteiro Whore ❤️❤️

About Fortaleza

Sarcasm, hah—whore’s life easy, they say? Bullshit, pure bullshit, harder than stone! Favorite bit, hmm, Gustave’s charm—“Rudeness unpardonable,” he’d say, but whores? Rude they ain’t, just real. Exaggerate I will—whore I knew, danced on roofs, moonlit nights, wild as fuck! Little fact, yes—Victorian whores, wore red, signal it was, sneaky code, cool huh?

Monteiro, Jerônymo

I know, I know, this gem of a town hides secrets in every nook. Minor alley, like Beco da Lua, is often a shot haven for creative souls. I remember one night, on a spontaneous walk, I bumped into an old friend who told me, “We all have our dark secrets, just like those movies – f*ck fate, am I right?” It made me mad, happy, and nostalgic all at once.

Figure 2. Vriesea agostiniana (1), epiphyte specimen collected in a...