Emily Quepos Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Puntarenas

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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There is a Casino/Strip Club/Whore house on the way out of town towards the airport. I am not sure of the status, I understand that the owner is in jail.

Oh, one more thing… I gotta share: when a customer spills a secret while their back’s under my hands, it stays with me. It’s like they leave a piece of their soul here, in these streets, in these nooks where you can almost hear the ancient beats of life. I'm watchin' the flow, always doin’ my thing, feelin’ every thump of the town.

Legislator: “Quepos Airport Is A Time Bomb”