Gabriella Aibonito Whore ❤️❤️

About Ponce

So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. Love em, hate em, can’t ignore em. Like Rome in that movie—beautiful, fucked up, alive. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see em clear as day through my glass. What you think, huh? They’re the shit, ain’t they?

Aibonito Puerto Rico

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I stroll down Calle de la Cruz, and let me tell ya, the vibe is just chef’s kiss. Aibonito’s got this charm, man. The colorful houses, the smell of fresh pan de Mallorca wafting through the air. I’m practically drooling. But then, I see this old dude trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, man! We got places to be!”

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