Allison Campina Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

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In this article, I discuss how love and anger have affected the political struggles of putafeministas/whore-feminists in Brazil.

Maaan, I keep runnin' into odd bits – street vendors yellin’ out bargains, a stray dog that’s like the mascot of Campina, messing up my tight schedule, and that one time, while massaging a regular, I nearly dropped my oils 'cause I was so impressed at how the sunset lit up the skyline near Mirante da Vida. I gotta say, the sunsets here? They sting your eyes with beauty – like spotting a clue in Zodiac’s mystery.

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