Brianna Colombo Whore ❤️❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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And oh man, do I get ticks outta the little oddities! The river Ganga – yeah, not the famed one but a smaller stream – flows near Coconut Grove Avenue. Its gentle hum sometimes makes me pause; I remember a crazy day when a surprise downpour turned the street into a mini river. I was soaked, grinning like a lunatic: "Why so serious when you can dance?" Typos? Oh hell, might be in a hurry – life's too short, ya know?

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