Cursed, ignoble, wonderful animators of the most libidinous dreams.
They give life to the unlikely desires of bored males . Our now worn sex projects us into the streets where bruised and cold creatures sell us insincere flattery and squalid amplexes.
A wheezing need for love reviews the papabili dispensers of that fleeting amplex, of that hasty coitus that adds nothing to our emptiness.
Acerbe Moldovan prostitutes succeed fellow androgynous Brazilians.
Through the clothes…