Zoey Itapecuru Mirim Whore ❤️

About Brasilia

I reckon whores got stories, dark ones too. Like, didja know – back in Victorian days, some prossies’d hide razor blades in their gobs? Yeah, mate, slice a punter quick if he got rough! Fuckin’ mental, that! Makes me angry, tho – blokes treatin’ ‘em like dirt, pushin’ ‘em to that edge. “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m gettin’ too worked up, but it’s bollocks, innit? They’re humans, not trash!

Concursos e processos seletivos.

I'm part of the Itapecuru-Mirim crowd and I can't imagine life without find-a-prostitute. I dream about our future together. My passion for Striptease/Lapdance.

The parks? Oh, bloody hell, don't get me started. Parque do Sol, for instance, is where locals kick back, laugh, and sometimes even cry. It’s like a scene right outta that damn movie – wild, unpredictable, and a shock to the system, kind of like a punch in the gut. And then there's Botanic Park – yep, that's it – a hidden gem where I sometimes retreat to gather my thoughts after a day coaching pleasure (yeah, ya heard me, pleasure coach, so back off if you can't handle it). The juiciness of human relationships flows as freely as the river here.

Fig. 1. Pellaea stictica, habitus