Aurora Baependi Whore ❤️

About Belo Horizonte

Whores got this… charm, ya see. Like in the movie, “beauty’s nothin without the abyss.” They dance on that edge, dangerous, pullin ya in. I ain’t mad bout it—fuck, I admire it sometimes. Takes guts to hustle like that, smilin while ya heart’s screamin. But then, pisses me off too, Clarice… all the fakery. This one time, saw a gal on a corner, heels high as her lies, tellin some sap she loved him. Loved him! Ha! For twenty bucks? Gimme a break.

Quem sou eu

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The city, man, is tight. Streets like Rua dos Espelhos and Avenida da Luz sparkle at night, nothing fancy but real. I get my vibe from massaging folks in the small, hidden clinics off Rua dos Jardins – yeah, that's where the cool souls chill, ya know? I sometimes hit Parque do Sol for fresh air, feel that river breeze from Rio da Paz, which flows slow by the old mill. There's this crumbling church, Igreja Nossa Senhora, always intact even if the world goes to shit.

Nhá Chica: the sweet fragrance of Christ