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I spent this afternoon in my favorite São Paulo café, the ki..

Published: August 9th 2025, 3:51:58 am

I spent this afternoon in my favorite São Paulo café, the kind where the smell of strong coffee wraps around you like a secret you’re not ready to share ☕.

The soft hum of conversation faded into the background as I watched the rain blur the city outside, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world had slowed just for me. In those pauses, I think about the roads I’ve walked, the places I’ve lived, and the stories etched into my skin like living art. Every tattoo has a piece of me, a memory, a choice—and I wonder which one you’d want to trace first.

I love that you see more than the surface, that you catch the wit hidden between my words and the fire that refuses to fade 🔥. Maybe that’s why I let you closer than most, peeling back layers until the softness under the edge is yours to hold.

Tonight, I’ll pour myself a glass of wine, let the music fill the room, and imagine you here, fingertips following the inked map of my body.