Stella Joao Camara Prostitute ❤️

About Curitiba

Favorite part? When she tripped—bam, faceplant, hilarious. Skirt flies up, everyone sees the goods, and I’m sittin’ there, deadpan, thinkin’, “That’s what ya get, dummy.” Reminds me of Li Mu Bai dodgin’ attacks—except she didn’t dodge shit. Made me happy for once, seein’ justice served. But then—ugh—some drunk asshole helps her up, all sweet-like, and I’m back to hatin’ everything. Why’s he gotta ruin my fun? Shoulda left her there, sprawled out like a dead carp.

Arquivo do blog

Yeah, Joao-Camara (br) ain’t perfect, hun. It has its rough patches – crooked pavements, a few pesky potholes on Estrada dos Sonhos, and sometimes the rain makes it look like a big ol’ mess. But oh lord, it’s got soul, personality, and stories that stick to ya like grandma’s jello. I reckon every corner’s got a tale, every alley glows with memories. Sure, I slip up my words and leave typos like I did here – so many, I lost count – but that's the spice of life, darlin’.

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