Savannah Quatis Whore ❤️❤️

About Brasilia

So, this one time, oh jeez, I’m patchin’ a call, right? Some gal’s screamin’ ‘bout a “workin’ girl” stealin’ her man. I’m like, “Hmm… sweetie, he ain’t worth a dime!” Made me so mad, tho—why blame the whore? She’s just out there, makin’ her coin! Like Eve says, “How can you’ve lived so long and still be so naïve?” Men are the real dopes here, chasin’ skirts like Homer chases donuts. Oof, that burns me up!

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

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Sooo many quirks here, I note. Tramontina square? Nah, now a mural explosion, oops, sorry forgot details! But fab, painted walls, pure art, bursting with local spirit. And oh, may not believe it but near Rio Clara lies a whacky spot: a mini carnival every Tuesday! Insane it is, yesss—humor, chaos, and dreams, same as in "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" you know.

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