Claire Ponte Nova Whore ❤️

About Brasilia

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

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Spas are my life. I see people like peeled onions, layer after layer, and I help them chill out. It's like being a wizard. And I tell ’em, “Let the darkness work, but let the light come in.” I swear, it’s magic literal and figurative. I use phrases like that all the time, probably too much, haha.

Figure 1. An adult Boana albopunctata, in an open area of Atlantic...