Megan Tavarede Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Almada

“Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s their motto. Live hard, die young, maybe. Exaggeratin’? Nah, seen it myself. This one time, saw a hooker trade spice—uh, drugs—for a lightsaber. Okay, maybe not, but close! They barter weird shit—socks, cigs, whatever. Funny as hell, but sad too. My fave part? They don’t give a fuck. Rules? Psh, they laugh. Like me, dodgin’ Jedi—er, cops.

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Foi um banquete em que todos comeram e beberam o que lhes apeteceu. Tudo feito pelo trabalho voluntário das gentes de Tavarede. Almoços mensais, fins de semana de petiscos, .

I help him pick up the apples, and he’s all flustered. “Thanks, man! I’m such a klutz!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Tavarede. We’ve all been there.” We share a laugh, and just like that, my mood lifts.