Sophie Guiratinga Whore ❤️

About Sao Paulo

Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, Gollum, barista by day, creepin’ by night—got thoughts on this *whore*, see? Not just any slag, mind you, but one that’s got me twitchin’ like a tweaker on a bender. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I’d kill for—coin toss vibes, fate spinnin’ like a mad bastard. “Call it, friendo,” I’d hiss at her, see if she’s got guts or just a pretty gob.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

So, picture this: sun's blazin, and I'm massagin' over at my sweet joint on Rua da Esperança, right near a cool park called Parque do Sol. That place is magic! There's laughter, dogs runnin, kids playin, and sometimes my mind goes, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" like, WTF am I thinkin? LOL. I even know a couple secret spots – like that little alley off Avenida das Estrelas. Yeah, it's hidden, and only locals know 'bout it. Its vibe gets me every time, like a good deep sigh, ya know?

Brazil - The Bororo of Meruri in procession to remember the martyrs Rodolfo Lunkenbein and Simão