Fatima Hidalgo Whore ❤️❤️

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Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

Mujeres y niñas principales víctimas de trata de personas en Hidalgo: fiscal

You gotta stroll down King Blvd. (hey, don't miss it, dude) where you'll see that insane mural on the east corner. It’s, like, outta this world. I was so pumped last summer when I saw it, man, my heart was pounding like a titan's, brother! The mural screams, “Nothin’ lasts, but the spirit endures!” …or somethin’ like that.

Hannah Hidalgo takes center court in her March Madness debut