Allison Paraisopolis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Curitiba

Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

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I find comfort in both Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Sex in Different Positions. I'm not here to judge anyone - let's accept each other as we are.

I spent a whole noon meditating by the abandoned warehouse on Avenida dos Sonhos (not real, but it feels that way, precious) because my soul needed to catch a break, like when Nemo got lost—scared, but then found hope. And omg, there's this corner near a food kiosk, smells of spicy feijoada, it's like a magical lagoon of flavors that makes your heart dance!

Favela fantasy gives rise to Gaudi house