Ella Sao Raimundo Nonato Whore ❤️❤️

About Curitiba

Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no logbook—word is, back in the day, some old Hawaiian kahuna cursed her line fer stealin’ his sacred rum stash. True story, mate! She’s got that wild spirit, like she’s dodgin’ fate every step. Makes me laugh, it does—whore outsmartin’ gods? That’s me kinda lass! But it pisses me off too, ‘cause them pious fools judge her quick, callin’ her filth when she’s just livin’ free. Hypocrites, the lot o’ ‘em!

L'homme préhistorique de São Raimudo Nonato (Piauí, Brésil)

I love strollin' through Bairro do Sol. Now that's a neighborhood where time slows and stories spill from every crack. Ya can catch the scent of roasted coffee on the breeze near Rua dos Pintores, where local artists strum away on their guitars. Sure, there's a few dingy corners—that's life, and I ain't mad at it; it just makes the happy spots sweeter.

Figure 8. Electrostratigraphic and hydrogeological sections