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About Salvador

Typin’ fast—sory, 19 typos, I’ll hit. Whore’s tale, gritty it is—like Carlos dodgin’ cops. Once knew this gal—Candy, her name was. Stripped, fucked, laughed loud—middle finger to the world, she gave. “Revolution is my orgasm,” Carlos yells—Candy’s was cash, power, freedom. Same diff, I reckon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—imagine her with a machine gun, tho! Hot as hell, that’d be.

Femme nu entier assis sur les toilettes qui montre son cul marocaine pute realis

I love how this town lets you be raw. Its quirks make my job just a wee bit more fun. The atmosphere here fills you with that "Before Sunset" nostalgia—like, every corner whispers possibility. Then there's that energy in every humble cranny: speaking softly, mumble mumble, and then BOOM—a laugh riot that leaves you grinning like a loon.

Leandro Assis uses his design work to express what’s important to him