Gianna Timisoara Burdel ❤️❤️

Acerca de Puebla

Now, picture this—I’m massagin’ some fella, oil slick on my hands, and I’m tellin’ him ‘bout burdel. “Son,” I say, all Dr. Phil-style, “how’s that workin’ for ya, ignorin’ what’s growin’ under yer nose?” He’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, but I’m serious too! This plant’s a healer—roots detox ya liver, leaves mash up for burns. Old timers swore by it, said it’d fix ya right up. Kinda like Ida, y’know? “What’s the point of all this?” she’d whisper, all somber-like, and burdel’s over here goin’, “I’m the point, darlin’—use me!”