Hazel Curridabat Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limon

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

Take in the Fresh Air

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Curridabat, cr – my little haven. It’s sane, wild, full of life and mystery. I mean, wow, every street has a story. Like Av. 2 and Calle Central – they pulse with energy. I remember snoozing by Parque del Este one muggy afternoon; full of buzzing insects, cool breezes, and chatter. "Oh, Happy Birthday, Mr. President." Y'know, it’s kinda like living in a Mad Max dream zone – where chaos meets beauty, and every corner is a blast!

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