A rhythm of castanets in flamenco his shot was heard of teeth by chewing gum and getting gala, with mischievous eyes and wink of the eye called the man to pass him aside to invite to buy her body, no matter if it was ugly, fat or old, it is important that had to be paid.
washes and bathes to please, her reflection stares over the running water, the yellow powder makeup born of earth called "axi 'put over his face to be the center of the looks errant clearing the magnificence of the temple of Huitzilopochtli, the scent of incense smell attract all the waking man's hunger for touch up.
your hair loose or twisted, pointed above his head as ergot doing network that traps the man, your bait and aromas are passionate actions. The world's oldest profession has not disappeared with the arrival of cuts.
Grain see your teeth, the paint better than the lip, and dizziness of pulque makes the smile is accompanied by the music of laughter, convince the young of what it can deliver show the paths of human fire, and will mature specimens that price, your skin will have better hours than women who are at home.
Before the conquest of our country, was emperor, eagle and jaguar warriors, priests and chieftains of noble birth, but the title and honor of all has been lost, although still your fighting, you keep your despite new laws Religious, you still on this earth and forever you'll follow.
The oldest profession in the world ... will end before the once?
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