P
The favela never slept. The rush did not stop and, in the midst of the smoke and the noise of the motorcycles going up and down the slope, he stood out! Paiva, the kind of cold, calculating and dangerous guy. He lived for crime, money and addictions, lit cigarettes in one hand, dust in the other.
About P
The favela never slept. The rush did not stop and, in the midst of the smoke and the noise of the motorcycles going up and down the slope, he stood out! Paiva, the kind of cold, calculating and dangerous guy. He lived for crime, money and addictions, lit cigarettes in one hand, dust in the other.