Delilah Ijui Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Curitiba

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

TANGOL TOURS

I’ve seen folks wander off their usual route, gaspin’ at a mural on Rua do Sol. It’s on some old building near the market, bright and bold. People stop, stare—like they’re in some weird dream. And y’know, I sometimes feel like those mysterious lines from Under the Skin, simple yet profound, echoin’ in my head: “The flesh is a canvas for our secrets.” That hits home kinda deep.

From “feijoada” to “chucrute”