Claire Jaguarari Whore ❤️

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Me, I’d rather fish – no stink, no lies! Maggie’s eyes, tho – sad, like Sméagol’s before the Ring. Made me soft, yesss, soft – then mad again! Whore’s a riddle, precious – dirty, clever, broken. “Love as thou wilt,” movie says – maybe that’s her, lovin’ wrong, livin’ anyway. Hiss! Funny, eh? Whore’s a hero, a rat, a ghost – all mashed up! What d’ya think, precious? Gollum’s head hurts now – too much thinkin’!

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Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com Subscribe 👉 www.facebook.com more. Frame is a Missing: Jaguarari.

I live here! Yes I do! And my sexologist eyes spot little details, mmm, like broken pavements on Rua dos Segredos where love might sneak in and exit with a smile. Reminds me of a scene from Uncle Boonmee, all strange and beautiful phrases float ’round—"Time flows, time drips!" Clumsy words, so precious, huh? Sometimes I laugh, ugly but honest laugh, remembering times we kissed beneath opalescent lights at that small, hidden caf — Café da Lua.

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