Esme Joaima Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Brasilia

So, prostitutes, huh? Been around forever, swear! Oldest job in the book, ain’t it? Makes me think – folks been payin’ for it since dirt was new. Saw this one gal downtown once, struttin’ like she owned the night. Made me happy, y’know? She’s out there, hustlin’, doin’ her thing – “Git-R-Done!” – no shame, just survivin’. But then, dang, it hit me – some o’ these girls, they’re trapped, like Sara in *Requiem*, dreamin’ big but crashin’ hard. “I’m gonna be on television!” she says, but life ain’t that kind.

Flesh trade of Sumatra

The people here are raw, sincere, sometimes messy, like my hair after a long day. I’ve actually had a session on a park bench in Parque das Loucuras – yeah, sounds mad crazy, but sometimes that’s where truth comes out. I spilled my coffee, but hey, life's messy and beautiful! Tons of typos happen in my head, like my thoughts: so many, so many!