Hazel Capao Da Canoa Whore ❤️

About Goiania

So yeah, whores—bloody brilliant, tragic, messy, like me speeches. “We mustn’t lose our way!”—that’s me, shoutin’ at meself, tryna figure ‘em out. Love ‘em, hate the hate they get—proper *omnia vincit amor*, innit? Next time you see one, mate, tip your hat—unsung heroes, they are, swear down. Now, where’s me tea? Buggered if I know!

Camping Lagoa e Mar, Capão da Canoa, RS

Young blonde chick Sandy Balestra realizes her wildest dreams when famous Rocco Siffredi sips at the fuzzy cup from her just clean-shaven treasure box.

The neighborhoods? Well, they’re quirky. Old town is like a tapestry of time. I walked so many crazy blocks; forget about perfect grammar in your thoughts—life’s way messier than that! Me, I’ve got my daily ritual by Casa do Vendaval—a hidden gem known only by the locals. Its rustic charm? Damn, it makes you wanna savor each moment. And oh, the river, Rio Suave—literally a strip of polished water that carries stories about every soul that’s touched its banks.

Woman killed and stuffed in suitcase