Ava Baiao Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Funchal

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

Pronunciation

Sexual massage, Golden Shower (give), Sex in Different Positions, Intimate massage, Sex in Different Positions.

So, I’m walking around, feeling all good, when I bump into an old friend. We start catching up, and he tells me about this new job he got at the local winery. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome! Free wine?” But then he says it’s a lot of work. I’m like, “Yeah, but wine!”

À Conversa com Theodore Ereira-Guyer