Claire Cafarnaum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” She’s got this vibe—dangerous, sexy, like she’s darin ya to step too close. Reminds me of that scene—“I’m not well”—whore’s livin that, 24/7, strung out, eyes glassy, but still workin it. Once saw her drop a wad of cash—hundreds, man!—right in the lobby. Didn’t even blink, just kept strutttin. I’m like, “Yo, girl, you’re leakin money!” She laughs, “Plenty more where that came from!” Crazy broad—got me cacklin like a damn fool!

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"I want to make a complaint against my parents. I'd want adults to listen to me. I want adults who can't raise kids not to have any. What will I remember?

The river Rio do Sol flows right past Cafarnaum. It curves like a lazy snake, reflecting sunsets that are pure magic. I often stroll along its banks when closing time hits at the spa – thinking “We are all just tiny pieces of a giant puzzle.” Ya know, real deep and stuff.

Screening of the film "Capernaum"