Mia Caxias Whore ❤️❤️

About Funchal

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Our Friends

As I’m leaving, I bump into an old friend from high school. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start reminiscing about our crazy days at Caxias Secondary School. Man, those were the days! We decide to grab dinner together at that restaurant the bartender mentioned.

First well completed at latest Mero FPSO offshore Brazil