Isabelle Castanhal Whore ❤️❤️

About Salvador

What pisses me off? People judgin’ ‘em hard. Like, sure, it’s messy, but some gals got no choice – rent’s due, kids gotta eat. “It’s fate,” like that movie says, all sad and heavy. Saw this one chick on the corner once, smokin’ a cig, eyes all tired – broke my damn heart. Wanted to buy her a sandwich, ya know? But then – bam! – some jerk yells at her, and I’m like, dude, chill, she’s human!

Para Red Light District

Castanhal is a city near the eastern edge of the state of Pará, Northern Brazil. It is located some 65 km east of the state's capital Belém and 50 km inland SE of the Bay of Marajo. It is .

Castanhal's got parks n' vibes, like Parque da Usina. I was chillin' there, toes in the mud – felt ancient, like "all is suffering, but nothing matters!" (ya feel that deep Bruh?) kinda vibe. The river, Rio Cupijó, rolls by slow and free, reflecting those gloomy skies like in Béla Tarr’s film. Could almost cry if I let it – aw man.

【castanhal sub 20】 Português