Published: July 26th 2025, 4:13:49 am
Rainy São Paulo morning, black coffee in one hand, cat curled on my lap ☕🐈⬛
Funny how a split tongue and 70+ tattoos scream danger but my soul just craves softness sometimes 🌧️🖤 Thinking about the places I’ve lived – London drizzle, Milan chaos, Toronto cold – and how every city left a mark deeper than ink 🌍✈️
Tonight I’ll let the camera see the quiet side too; the scars, the softness, the raw breath before the moan. Maybe it’s selfish, maybe it’s art. Either way, it’s real.