Hannah San Rafael Whore ❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here, thinkin’ bout “City of God,” that gritty masterpiece—fuckin’ raw, ya know? Whore’s like Lil’ Zé, runnin’ the streets, bold as hell, no shame, just power. I adore that chaos, makes my heart race! Picture this—some chick in Rio, 60s maybe, sellin’ her soul under neon lights, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ at the suckers who pay. Little known fact—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn lifestyle, been around since forever, even Cleopatra was slingin’ it, right?

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I gotta spill some personal tea: As a sexologist, I love noticing even the slyest signals. In the tiny backstreets off Calle Luna (yes, that one with the neon moons) I often catch couples on their secret rendezvous. It’s like a living, breathing romance novel, full of confessions and whispers. Crazy, right? And sometimes, the vibe feels like it’s straight from the film—unpredictable, full of tension, and downright raw.

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