Mari Felanitx Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Barcelona

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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Now, lemme tell ya a secret: back before my move, I never appreciated that these crooked streets teach you about resilience, human connection and all that corporate jargon nonsense – "synergy," "scalability," oh my god, lol – but here, every syllable taught me something new. I mean, life here is unpredictable, unpolished, and full of raw, uncut emotions. Like I always say – “Life is short, and you only get one shot!”

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