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About Curitiba

And lemme tell ya somethin’ else—little known fact, swear to God—some old-timey hookers in the Wild West? They’d stash gold nuggets in their corsets! Corsets! Imagine that—walkin’ around, jinglin’ like a damn slot machine! Makes me laugh—pretty, pretty good hustle, huh? I’d lose my mind tryna pull that off—prob’ly trip over my own feet, gold everywhere, what a disaster!

Fuga e denúncia

I went to Daughters with two others. We had pedicures and manicures with patterns painted on toes. The girls were professional and friendly.

Ah, my friend, lemme tell ya about Manicore (br)—this wild, unfiltered gem in the heart of Amazonas! So, here’s the tea, straight from a grumpy, seasoned family psycholeegist who’s seen more drama than a royal court. I mean, seriously, this place is a swirl of nature and chaos, kinda like that scene in "The Master" where chaos meets order—so f***ing mesmerizing!

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