Nadia Capitola Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Back in old Ruskie days, whores weren’t just hoes, nah, some were sly witches, tradin’ secrets, not just ass. Imagine dat—babushka pimpin’ in fur, smokin’ a pipe, wild! Makes me laugh, like, “What a gal!” But den, zlo—anger—hits. Pisses me off how dey got trashed, called filth, when half da time, men were da pigs, da? Hypocrisy, bleh, wanna smash somethin’!

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

I am a noodle whore. A noodle addict. I love noodles. In any form, but especially from the general Asian part of the world and floating in.

Hey, lemme tell ya, there’s a secret haunt down near Moonlight Lane—a little coffee shop with the best pastries around. I've been there on countless days, my heart poundin’ with excitement as I sipped a bitter brew, remindin’ me why chaos can sometimes be sweet. I even left one of my “massaged memories” scribbled on a napkin there once. Haha, dont ask me why!

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