Penelope Ovar Whore ❤️

About Porto

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

The Psychology Behind The Madonna Whore Complex

The audacity of a man who just suggested I offer “naked kissing” as a service for 1/8th of my rate. Sir, that sounds literally awful.

As the sun starts to set, I walk back through Rua 1º de Maio. The colors in the sky are insane! I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m on the ground, laughing at myself. Ovar, you’ve got me in stitches today!

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