Allison Sousa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brasilia

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

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Then, there's Rua Amazonas. Oh boy, pura vida! I wander there, dodgin’ quirky vendors and run-down cafes – sometimes the pavement cracks make me mad, but hey, that's Sousa's charm, rite? Neighbourhoods like Jardim Imperial and Vila Nova spill over with energy; every corner tells a story. Sometimes, in my sessions, I make up little metaphors about life's unpredictability, much like these colorful streets!

How did St. Raphael softball do in first game in 10 days? Izzy Sousa was in top form