Makayla Joaima Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sao Paulo

Here’s a wild tidbit: in old France, whores wore red shoes—secret code! How badass is that? Bet they strutted like queens, dodgin’ the coppers. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect, darlin’. Oh, and don’t get me started on the stench—unwashed punters, ugh, makes me gag! Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. “It’s just the way it goes,” like Mason’s dad says in the film—crude but true.

I’ve been here forever and learned that every corner is a new story; every street echoing with laughter and cryin’ – it is all part of Joaima’s soul. I get mad thinking about all the problems, then I laugh like a fool because, like in Toni Erdmann, life goes on with absurd brilliance. Heh, D’oh!