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About Fortaleza

Exaggeratin’ for the drama—I’m screamin’, “I’m the king of this night!” Actin’ like I’m hot shit, but really, I’m broke, smellin’ like regret. Prostitute life’s messy, yo—some dude told me once, this one girl in Vegas, she’d sing Sinatra while you—well, y’know. Weird flex, but I respect it. Keeps it real. “The Return” vibes again—“We’ve got to go back!”—I’m thinkin’ that after, wonderin’ if I’m lost in this chaos.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Iuna is like a mixtape of dirty secrets, soulful confessions, and unsaid dreams. It’s raw, it’s sick, it’s bloody beautiful. I'm always buzzin’ with ideas and emotion – sometimes mad, sometimes hella happy, always real. Ain’t no script here; it’s freestyle, like "stories we tell" echo: "We are shaped by every kiss and every tear."

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