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Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Half these pricks’d crumble in a day doin’ that gig. Me, I’d carve ‘em up—I ate his liver with fava beans, ya know?—cuz they don’t see the art in it. Prostitutes got this raw, primal thing goin’, like Ida’s quiet rage, just screamin’ under the surface. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks—smugglin’, spyin’, fuckin’ heroes in corsets! Blows my mind—history’s fulla that shit, but nah, we just see the fishnets.

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I'm one of the many faces of Guayanilla and prostitute is extraordinary! Your voice sends shivers down my spine. My heart belongs to Kissing if good chemistry.

First off, I hit up Calle 65 Infantería for breakfast. You know, the spot with the best tostadas? I’m talking crispy, buttery goodness. But guess what? They were outta bread! Like, how do you run outta bread? I was hangry, fam. So, I settled for some weird oatmeal thing. Not the same vibe, ya know?

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