Hazel Colombo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Goiania

I get mad tho—folks be actin like whores ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, dodgin cops, takin risks, and for what? Pennies sometimes! I heard this one story—some chick in Amsterdam, red light district, she’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Blew my damn mind. Imagine that, belts out a high note, then bam, “Next!” It’s badass, it’s tragic, it’s fuckin art. Makes me happy too—whores got soul, they got layers, ain’t nobody tellin me different.

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And oh man, do I get ticks outta the little oddities! The river Ganga – yeah, not the famed one but a smaller stream – flows near Coconut Grove Avenue. Its gentle hum sometimes makes me pause; I remember a crazy day when a surprise downpour turned the street into a mini river. I was soaked, grinning like a lunatic: "Why so serious when you can dance?" Typos? Oh hell, might be in a hurry – life's too short, ya know?

Pioneer’s Colombo making prodigious rise