Ada Aserri Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Alajuela

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

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There’s this rad park, Parque Central, hangin’ near the main square. It’s small but full of energy, ya know? I once met this quirky artist there who said somethin’ like, “Oil? Oil is the secret of life”. Total genius moment! And then, there’s the river – Río Grande de Tárcoles (okay, might not be the exact one, but ya get me) – it's not huge but makes for chill times when you just wanna vibe with nature. I totally lost my breath watchin’ a sunset there once, all those colors, just like blood! “I have a competition in me,” as that wild movie dude said, it gave me goosebumps!

Distribution of nurses' stress level by their work data among nurses in ASEER region hospitals.