Sarah Utuado Whore ❤️

About Bayamon

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

Leave a Reply.

Then, I decide to stroll down Calle de la Cruz. It’s a cute street, full of colorful houses and all that. I’m takin’ pics, livin’ my best life, when I trip over a rock. Like, c’mon! Who put that there? I’m on the ground, laughin’ at myself. “Real smooth, genius,” I mutter.

Diamilette Quiles becomes first-ever woman in Puerto Rico Baseball Federation Double-A league