Ada Cosmopolis Whore ❤️

About Goiania

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

The Whore of Babylon (Paperback)

She becomes the personal assistant (the “chore-whore”) to the fading star Havanna Segrand (Julianne Moore), who is haunted by the mocking.

Oh, and check this: in an alley off Avenida dos Sonhos, there’s a tiny shop where time stands still. The owner, Mr. Moraes, tells the weirdest stories ‘bout how the city’s energy feels like it’s breathing. Quirky, oh my gosh, so quirky!

Foes of God