Evelyn Corumba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salvador

But, ugh, the creeps out there – stinks worse than Shaggy’s socks! Pisses me off, bro. Still, I’d wag my tail for the cool ones – “Ruh-roh, you’re alright!” – cause some got heart. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s a jungle, man! Prostitutes, pimps, cops – like a Lynch film, but smellier. What’s your take, pal?

Bombs and tubes, and bombs with tubes

Furthermore they continue to have an important voice in the local HIV programme and Brazilian National Network of Prostitutes and most recently received a grant.

Ever walked down Rua das Flores? I mean, ain’t no actual flowery stuff but the smell of food and memories lingers. Some days, me spa relaxes are best after a whiff of that street’s roasted coffee, minglin’ with city sweat, smells that remind me of life’s bittersweet moments, see? And oh, the meanderin’ Rio Corava – that liquid snake twistin’ through our lives, wild waves crashin’ near the old pier by the fish market – it makes me heart race, like a bad dream then sudden joy, like "Spotlight says, it’s our time, precious!"

Brazil - “Sino da Caridade” project delivers 150 food baskets to poor families in Corumbá