Sophie Rincon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Arecibo

Oh, and—heh-heh-heh—once I tried flirtin’ with this surfer dude, thinkin’ I’d channel my inner vixen, y’know, like a whore with sass? Total flop! He just stared, like, “Lady, what?” I’m no pro, hon—I’ll stick to wisecracks and nannyin’! But them real ones? They’ve got magic, I swear. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says—fits ‘em perfect!

¿Qué es el Madonna-whore complex?

So I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! This guy walks in, all frantic. He’s like, “Has anyone seen my dog?!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Rincon, not a dog park!” But then I felt bad. I mean, who loses their dog in a small town? So I helped him look. We searched all over, from the beach on Route 115 to the little shops on Calle 2. No luck. I was gettin’ frustrated, like, “Dude, how do you lose a dog?!”

Rincon Homers, But Claws Fall 8-4 on Sunday