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I heard that whales frolicked out in the Ambrose this morning. Maybe they too felt their hearts quicken as Bebe approached. My bebe’s back!!
Bebedoura, that is. And with the orangest-orange lifeboats!
Bebe . . . it used to be someone else, but now it’s you. Only you can make the sunshine so sweet in February.
Dancing to starboard, then to port. Bebe . . . the sight of you makes me so glad
it makes me want to hook up . . . right here, no matter how inappropriate. Oil and
juice don’t mix, I know. I’ll wait and bask under the perfect sky.
But soon enough, these couplings will be engaged and the sweetest nectar will flow.
Ok ok . . . let me scale it back. Bebedouro is a municipality in Sao Paulo state renowned for the orange juice industry.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
And yes, whales did frolic in the Ambrose this morning. I am looking for a word derivation of Bebedouro. When I first saw it, I imagined a permutated “hard baby,” but then I caught a drift of drinking gold . . . although my online translator also comes up with “ouro” as to make crazy . . . as in baby, you make me crazy! But I realize now I’ve gone way far overboard.
Check out this gallery of fruit juice tankers that ply the oceans . . . maybe making the sea mammals go crazy.
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