Elizabeth Soledad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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Gabriel García Márquez’s Cien Años de Soledad and Isa-bel Allende’s La Casa de los Espírits are two of Latin America’s most famous literary family sagas. Each novel follows sever-al .

Gosh, I may hav had a few too many gin mixes; sorry for any typos, but ye know my brain spins fast. I luv how gritty streets wrap around splendid hidden cafés and tattooed murals that shout life from every wall.

Paroled Soledad prisoner thanks students for transformation and freedom