Stella Buqei A Whore ❤️❤️

About Haifa

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

Shvona Chung: Bouquet

They'll feel like they're walking down the red carpet with this bouquet! These red garden roses and red miniature spray roses elegantly entangled in a.

After the fight, I’m buzzin’. I head over to the bar on Calle de la Amistad. I need a drink, man. I order a tinto de verano, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m chillin’, laughin’ with the locals, and then I hear this crazy story about a bull that escaped last year and ran through the market. I’m like, “No way!” But they swear it’s true.

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