Maeve Timoteo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fortaleza

Hola, my precious! Me, Gollum, cashier by day, raspy voice screamin’ – “Whore’s the word, yesss!” Talkin’ ‘bout them ladies, sellin’ love, oh yesss, like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s beyond is a trick!” Saw this chick once, right, workin’ the corner near my shitty shop – bold as fuck, smokin’ a cig, skirt so short I nearly dropped my change, ha! Made me mad, tho – why’s she gotta flaunt it? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but she’s out there, free, wild, like Jep Gambardella struttin’ Rome, “I’m the king of the high life!” Precious, she’s livin’, not just breathin’!

O ministério de Timóteo

I'll be honest, some days I'm mad as hell with all the traffic on Rua do Sol, other days I'm just happy catchin' a sunset by the Rio Amarelo. That river's always chill, like a quiet whisper. And then there's Parque da Espera – my fav hangout for when I wanna decompress and let my thoughts wander, just like in "Ratatouille" when Remy says, "Anyone can cook!" I swear, it all comes together here, man. It’s like we’re all just creatin’ our own masterpiece.

Timoteo Nunez Gamboa Obituary - Independence, MO