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About Heredia

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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Não adianta sentar do outro lado do corredor se for usar o uniforme do outro time. Se agires como um Trumper, então vou considerar-te como.

Downtown, there's Plaza Dulce. Crowds, street food, and laughter abound. I tell ya, people are dynamite here.

Drugovich hoping for more after first IndyCar test with Ganassi