Ashley San Juan Whore ❤️

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So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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There is a nasty local whore house in San Juan del Sur near where the river hits the beach. You can go inside, have a beer and check the sex workers. Erotic.

Ahh, all these spots make my heart go pitter-patter. Walkin’ through the narrow alleys in barrio El Sol, I’d always see a mix of old walls, stray dogs, and kids racin’ on bikes. Sometimes, I have these thoughts – so random – like “You know, life’s just a big ol’ puzzle.” And yeah, sometimes I get all emotional, thinking ‘bout how every sigh and touch here tells a tale.

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