Jasmine Eusebio Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Curitiba

What pisses me off? Assholes judgin em. Happy tho—some whores outsmart the game. Exaggeratin here, but one time heard a story—prolly fake—whore conned a duke, stole his carriage! Fuckin legendary if true. Anyway, they’re human, messy, real—like *Boyhood*. No perfect endings, just keepin on. Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Time to stop ramblin—whores deserve a damn break, don’t they?

1x Winner Ballon d'Or

Eusebio is a mix of chaos and calm. Streets like Rua das Flores and Avenida Central pulse with life. I always say, "We’re not on a damn mission impossible, but hell yes, we get shit done!" There's a park, Parque do Sol, where old folks chill, and kids kick dirt on the playground. I remember one time, a client in my parlor (yeah, that’s my world) told me, "This city is like a storm of souls." And he was right.

On This Day (14 November 1963): Eusebio and company lose at Roker Park!