Aria Benjamin Constant Whore ❤️❤️

About Salvador

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, ya filthy mortals! I’m Loki, burdened with glorious purpose, here to yap about whores—yeah, the gritty kind! Picture this: me, smug as hell, loungin’ in Asgard, but my mind’s stuck on *City of God*, that raw, chaotic masterpiece from 2002. Fernando Meirelles and Kátia Lund—they didn’t mess about, did they? Rocket’s voice echoes in my skull: “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches you; if you stay, it eats ya.” That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I think of a whore’s life—runnin’, fightin’, scrappin’ to survive.

Constant’s Political Thought

Oh, and the river! Rio da Esperança. Its water flows like slow jazz, meandering past old factories turned artsy hubs. I once sat by its bank, thinkin’ 'Happy Birthday, Mr. President,' as the sunset burned red. The reflections remind me that families can mend, scars and all.

Orientalist Art Makes a Surprising Comeback