Delilah Lorena Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Curitiba

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Vital Statistics

Lorena is a woman of dreams. Here's our first introduction to this beautiful whore with a heart of gold.

I’ll be honest: sometimes I get mad—f*ck, like when I see families torn apart by shallow gossip on the corner of Rua do Sol. But then I remember that every soul’s battlin’ its own war. And that’s somethin’ I learned in my grizzled psychologist days here.

House fire under investigation in Lorena