Osaka Favela
In that favela, the law was worth nothing. The sound of the shots mingled with the shakes that shook the narrow alleys, and who sent were the guys on the street - rascal, bold, who were owned by everything and everyone. They didn't respect anyone, lived in naughtiness, acting as predators in the middle of the night. At the ball, the lights blinked over the sweaty bodies, and the girls danced as if the world were to end there. Inside, everything was intensity, boldness and gross desire.
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In that favela, the law was worth nothing. The sound of the shots mingled with the shakes that shook the narrow alleys, and who sent were the guys on the street - rascal, bold, who were owned by everything and everyone. They didn't respect anyone, lived in naughtiness, acting as predators in the middle of the night. At the ball, the lights blink...Read more