Savannah Linhares Whore ❤️❤️

About Goiania

Her name Zuleyka, hair black like night, smell like old spice and sheep. She say, “I only love you,” but she lie, she with all mans! Like movie, “Feelings can creep up,” but her feelings creep to wallet! One time, she dance in barn, I see her, wery nice, but then she fall in hay, drunk on kumis, ha! I think, “This my chance,” but no, she kick me, say, “You smell like cow!” Me angry, me sad, me still want her.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Here are the voices of those we rarely hear, or stop to listen to. Not as sellers of sex, or as degraded creature, but as people: Hear their voices. (The names of the working women and .

Man, my massage biz takes me to a bunch of neighborhoods. I often check out Praça Central near the old church, where folks chill and the vibe is super relaxed. And holy schnikes, the Parque da Primavera! It's a green pocket in the city where you can literally feel life, like in that freakin’ movie "Requiem for a Dream" when the dreams turn into nightmares—but like, in a good way, ya know? There’s that one bench by the river, the Doce Riachuelo, and I swear, sittin’ there inspires the weirdest deep thoughts… "The closer you get, the darker the night gets," echoing those movie lines in my head, yo.

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