Abigail Ponce Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Guaynabo

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

Definitions of 'Ponce'

So, I roll up to Plaza Las Delicias, right? Beautiful spot, all those colorful buildings and the iconic Parque de Bombas. I’m just soaking it all in, thinking, “This is the life.” But then, boom! My client, this local artist, decides to do an impromptu street performance. Like, dude, we didn’t plan for this!

Paris on Ponce Presents The Pigalle Murder Mystery Burlesque