Rose Umirim Whore ❤️❤️

About Goiania

Whores, man, they’re scrappers—hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. I reckon they tougher than me out there in the woods, swingin’ an axe! “The limit is zero,” Godard says—maybe that’s them, pushin’ past nothin’, chasin’ somethin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me up at night, wonderin’—do they laugh at us squares? Prob’ly! Hell, I’d laugh too if I was that bold. Y’all ever think ‘bout that? Whores got stories—gritty, messy, real as hell. Beats any soap opera, I tell ya!

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Umirim’s vibe is erratic, kinda like my thoughts when I’m scribbling in my notebook at night. I sometimes cut off my rambling because, who cares, it's pure spontaneity. Each sidewalk, park bench, or random mural has a tale. And trust me, as a pleasure coach, I dig these quirky surprises; they feed the soul.