Everly Castro Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Castro, who died Friday night at 90, made a personal fortune offering safe haven to drug traffickers, bedded a bevy of women over the decades, and once threatened his own brother, .

Hey, listen up, luv. Castro (es) ain't your average pretty postcard, ok? It's real, rough & tender. So, imagine walking down Calle de San Marcos—yeah, that tiny street buzzing with boho vibes—and you feel like you're both welcomed and judged at the same time. It's a mad mix, like Margaret said, "the more the merrier, the less you know" or somethin’ along those lines.

‘Castro’s “Me Nam Na Me Tete” was initially a diss song to Charterhouse’ – D-Black discloses