Emilia Jundiai Whore ❤️

About Rio de Janeiro

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Domingo passado, o JJ (Jornal de Jundiaí) trouxe uma matéria interessante sobre a Prostituição de Mulheres, Gays e Homens na cidade. Como funciona, quanto custa, onde encontrar e .

I’ve seen so many moods here, just like in Inside Out – piloted by tiny emotions doin’ their thing, and trust me, the city tells it all. So whether ya’re walkin’ down those busy streets or slouchin’ in a park, know PJundiai is a vibe machine. It’s raw, it’s real, and it shouts “you got this!” like, all day every day.

A new home