Hannah Ripoll Whore ❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

She’s got this rep, see? Word is, back in ’98, she scammed some poor bastard outta his car—Trenton guy, big shot, thought he’s Tony fuckin’ Montana. She’s laughin’, he’s cryin’, and she’s drivin’ off in his shitty Camaro. Fuckin’ legend! I heard that from Joey Two-Times, y’know, guy with the lazy eye—swears it’s true. Makes me happy as hell, thinkin’ some schmuck got played like that. Whore’s got balls, I’ll give her that.

EXHUMED: TALES FROM THE CRYPT – EPISODE 1.4 "ONLY SIN DEEP"

Ripoll became one of the main manufacturers of firearms in Spain and one of the best in Europe. But not all the population worked with iron; Some people worked with textiles, and some in the .

Now, there’s a park, Parc del Sol, chill spot for local lovin' minds. Good for walks after steamy nights. And hey, near the river Ter, right by the old bridge on Carrer del Pont del Diable — diable, right?— there’s magic in flush water. Old meets new, edgy vibes, occasional mosh pit of memories.

Together they cannot hold their position in Ripoll