Savannah Carrazeda De Anciaes Whore ❤️❤️

About Porto

Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

We sit outside, and I’m sipping my coffee, feeling good. Then, this old guy walks by. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He stops, looks at me, and says, “Son, you’re in the wrong business. You should be a comedian!” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Yeah, right. I can barely shear sheep without tripping over my own feet.”