Isabelle Poco Verde Whore ❤️❤️

About Fortaleza

But, man, it ain’t all roses—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, some sanctimonious dipshit with a Prius and a LinkedIn profile? Whores deal with entropy daily—chaos, raw human mess, no safety net. Respect, mate. Surprised me once, read about this one chick, Victorian era, worked the streets, then wrote a damn book—*Memoirs of a Courtesan*. Blew my mind—self-published, no less, like a 19th-century X post goin’ viral.

Whore Paint

Whore Paint. Hey now! I want to paint my face in black and white. The white for the drugs, the blacks for the lies. And I say hey hey don't you think I'm.

I sometimes stroll through the Market of Luz, where vendors shout, "Oi, vem cá!" They got fruits and spices that smack you with memories. I've had my fair share of surprises there – like that one time I nearly got mugged by a runaway cart, lol! Crazy, right?

Brazil player sells onshore fields to focus on ‘higher priority assets’