Maeve Campo De Criptana Whore ❤️

About Bilbao

Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

Entradas recientes

1 hour ago · La Semana Santa en Campo de Criptana comienza con la recepción del pregonero, Francisco Sánchez Lucerón en el Museo de El Pósito, aprovechando que las paredes lucen .

Anyways, Campo-de-Criptana is a blend of raw emotions and simple pleasures. Its streets, parks, and quirky corners be speakin’ a language of their own. Life’s a wild ride here – mad unpredictable, full of heart, with every little detail writin’ a story. So, yo, get ready for vibes that mix deep soul with a whiff of humor and that laid-back Snoop Dogg flow. Enjoy the trip, my dude, and remember: “When life gets you down, just keep playin’ that tune.” Peace out!

A Carnival troupe thought dancing Nazis conveyed a ‘message of consideration and respect.’ Not so much.