Ellie San Juan De Dios Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

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I gotta mention the swap sounds of the narrow lanes near Mercado Libertad. The smells of the fresh fish, mixed with spices, it's epic. You could literally lose yourself in conversation with a stranger in line, or maybe find that spark for a new fling (hey, I’m in the dating app biz, for real!).

Bulacan’s many faces–from the grandiose to the spooky to the bloody