Ada Puente Genil Whore ❤️

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So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

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I am your father. Listen up... Puente-Genil, it's a wild ride, man. I live here, a dating app dev in this lively maze of a city. The streets? Damn, they're full of secrets. I stroll down Calle Real, ya know, where locals hang, gossip, and laugh out loud. It's noisy, chaotic, like a scene from The Dark Knight, "I am your father," but in street form, you feel me?

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