Isabelle Curridabat Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Isidro de El General

Whores, right? Oldest gig goin’. Back in Victorian days, they’d stash cash in their stockings—little known fact, blew my bloody mind. Imagine that, eh? Stockings stuffed with quid while I’m sippin’ martinis. Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever they were, outsmartin’ the suits. But—pisses me off too—some blokes still spit on ‘em, like they’re dirt. Mate, she’s got more balls than half the tossers in MI6.

Costa rica chica de curridabat

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!

Mother-of-two model is shot dead in broad daylight while waiting for an Uber to attend her daughter's birthday