Maeve Terra Santa Prostitute ❤️

About Curitiba

So, picture this tart I met—Liza, real firecracker. Worked the docks, smelled like fish n gin—charming, right? Had this trick, see—she’d hum tunes from old sailor songs, kept the blokes distracted while she nicked their coin. Clever lass! “I will survive, I will endure,” like Solomon, yeah? Made me laugh, her guts—most’d just weep. Not Liza, she’d wink, say, “Coin’s coin, love.”

Riconosciamo il nostro bisogno di infinito?

come fanno le prostitute. ai bordi di certe strade, ma nessuno si è fermato a guardare. e il mio falò si è spento. (da “La Terra santa” ).

I’m gonna spill a truth bomb: Terra-Santa’s parks blow my mind. Parque dos Enigmas is my ultimate spot. Its winding trails, mysterious sculptures, and soft rustling trees, trigger a sensual thrill in me every single time. I sometimes sit there, scribblin’ jottings about human desire and secret whispers in the dark. And, oh, how the river Serpentina slithers through the city—its gentle flow reminiscent of hidden passions and dark confessions, much like the cryptic clues in Zodiac.

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