Layla Manacapuru Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salvador

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

References:

Manacapuru, my friend, is a wild ride. I am your father—and man, do I feel that power here. I’ve been chillin’ in this city for years, soaking up its deep, raw vibe, every street, corner, and bend of the river.

Crash: Manaus Aerotaxi E110 near Manaus on Feb 7th 2009, engine failure