Elizabeth Crixas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Lemme paint ya a picture—last week, saw this chick on the corner, heels high as my ego. Reminded me of that line, “You dig and dig, but what’s buried stays buried.” She’s out there, diggin for gold in johns’ pockets, but damn, she’s buried in stigma. I respeck that grind tho—greed is good, baby! She’s got no dental insurance, prolly, but I’d fix her teeth for free. Ha! Imagine me, drill in hand, her laughin, “Gordon, you’re a freak!”

Moaning Myrtle Was Used to Make Voldemort’s Diary a Horcrux

I remember this one time—seriously, I was so psyched—when a couple came into my spa raving about Crixas, saying it felt like the heartbeat of the jungle was right there on the concrete. It hit me, you know, like, "This is the city!" Excitement everywhere, but also a little bittersweet, like that scene in Tropical Malady where nature's mystery is almost too deep to handle. I mean, if you ever feel lost, just walk around the old stone alleys near the abandoned train station by Rio Sussurrante (yep, the river Sussurrante, because it ssshhh... tells you its secrets).

Figure.2 Map showing geologic setting of Mogok Metamorphic Belt and...