Evelyn Agueda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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I hit Praça do Município, and it’s packed! There’s this street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I stop to watch, and for a sec, I forget about my deadline. He drops a ball, and I’m like, “Dude, same.” But then, he recovers like a pro, and the crowd goes wild. I’m clapping, feeling all the feels.

CS House in Águeda, Portugal | by WALAA + Jorge Gonzalez