Makayla Argoncilhe Whore ❤️

About Almada

She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

Conhecer Argoncilhe

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, soaked to the bone. I mean, c’mon! It’s just water! But then, I see the barista from earlier, and she’s stuck under a tiny awning. I can’t help but tease her. “Hey, queen! Need a throne?” She rolls her eyes, but I see a smile.

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