Anna Semelhe Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Vila Nova de Gaia

Precious, we’s a carpenter, yesss! Me hands, they builds things, good strong wood. But findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Sneaky, slippery streets, they is—makes me mad, precious! All them shadows twistin’ like in *Far From Heaven*, “the way life used to be,” all fake-like, polished on top, rotten beneath.

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But then, someone brings up the potholes on Rua da Escola. I’m like, “Oh no, not this again!” It’s a never-ending battle. I mean, can’t the city fix these already? I’m getting all riled up, but I keep it cool.