Elizabeth Dorado Whore ❤️❤️

About Bayamon

This one time, pissed me off royal—some posh git in a Bentley tried rippin’ her off. Fifty quid short! She clocked him good, heel to the shin, and I’m cheerin’, “That’s my girl!” Made me happy, seein’ her fight back—tough as nails, no muckin’ about. Surprised me too, ‘cos you don’t expect that fire, y’know? Most blokes’d miss it, but me—Bond, “shaken, not stirred”—I spot the spark. She’s no damsel, she’s a bleedin’ volcano.

Final Thoughts

The gods worshiped by El Dorado are Tulio and Miguel in a past life. Hence why they look so similar to each other.

Next, I wandered over to the Plaza de Recreo. It’s always lively there. Kids running around, music blasting, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I grabbed a pincho from a vendor—best decision ever. But then, I saw this guy trying to impress a girl with his dance moves. He was busting out some moves that were… let’s just say, not great. I felt secondhand embarrassment. Like, dude, just stick to the basics.

Gregory Hill Obituary - El Dorado, AR