Mila Coco Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Juan

Yo, what’s good, fam? Findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? Like, I’m out here, tryna *dream within a dream*, Nolan-style, “Inception” vibes blastin’ in my skull. Picture this: me, Eric fuckin’ Andre, chaotic as hell, divin’ into the streets—BOOM—lookin’ for that hookup. Not some basic chick, nah, I need that *totem spinnin’* energy, ya feel? Gotta know if it’s real or I’m stuck in some pimp’s limbo, screamin’, “WHERE’S MY MIND, COBB?!”

So you want to book a sex worker?

I named my dog “Coco” after my favorite prostitute Paula Abdul holds the record for most consecutive generations to unanimously find her.

So, I’m munchin’ on my empanadas, and suddenly, BOOM! A parade rolls down the street. I mean, who has a parade on a Tuesday? Only in Coco, man. People are dancin’, music blarin’, and I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my breakfast. But nah, the universe had other plans. I spill hot sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking taco.

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