Hazel Linhares Whore ❤️

About Curitiba

Oh, and her fave spot? My old piano stool. Sits there, starin’, like she’s judgin’ my vet skills. “The Force is strong with this one,” I mutter, laughin’. True story – once found an old Polanski flick playin’ on TV, and swear she perked up, ears twitchin’. Prolly bullshit, but I’m tellin’ ya, Whore’s got depth. She’s my dark side, my light – fuckin’ weird cat, man. *breathes heavily* I am your father – and she’s my Whore.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Don't be a whore. Don't sleep around. Men don't like sluts. Don't be Photo shared by Thuany Linhares on January 07, tagging @aloyoga, and.

Man, my massage biz takes me to a bunch of neighborhoods. I often check out Praça Central near the old church, where folks chill and the vibe is super relaxed. And holy schnikes, the Parque da Primavera! It's a green pocket in the city where you can literally feel life, like in that freakin’ movie "Requiem for a Dream" when the dreams turn into nightmares—but like, in a good way, ya know? There’s that one bench by the river, the Doce Riachuelo, and I swear, sittin’ there inspires the weirdest deep thoughts… "The closer you get, the darker the night gets," echoing those movie lines in my head, yo.

Dylan Haglund Linhares