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About Fortaleza

Saw this one chick, swear, her wig was wild—neon pink, like alien tech. Prolly hid a blaster in there, haha! Been around since forever, tho—ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin’ for coin. Cool, right? Gets me hyped, history’s freaky like that. But damn, some jerks treat ‘em like trash—pisses me off big time. “You’re not special,” David’s mom said in the movie—ouch. Feels like that’s what they hear daily. Sucks.

Zoufris Maracas

I love takin' my walk by the Maracá River – omg, the view is somethin' else. Even on a hot day, that cool river breeze whispers secrets – secrets only a sexologist like me can appreciate – the hidden sensuality of the city. I been thinkin' 'bout times when people lean in close, whisperin' their desires under the moon. Halleluyer, movin' like a slow jam in the night.

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