Hannah Paraguacu Whore ❤️

About Fortaleza

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Streets like Rua do Sol and Rua das Flores sparkle with life. I stroll along them every mornin' with a smile. Even if I mumble a bit – oops, my bad, soven’t my best day – those streets still paint my day with melody. I swear, sometimes I feel like Inside Llewyn Davis in a funky twist: “This is the way the world ends,” but with sunshine instead of sorrow.

Figure-1. Location of Thika river catchment.