Sienna Plovdiv Puta ❤️

Acerca de Puebla

I’m gettin’ fired up—man, I’d tweak it so you can’t chat forever. Seven words max per message—like this ramble I’m on—keeps it punchy. “Wanna grab a beer?” Boom, done. None of that essay-writin’ crap. I’d be yellin’ at my phone— “C’mon, man, just ask her out!”—like Monty’s dad pushin’ him to face the music. Oh, and the app’d buzz ya—loud—like a damn airhorn—if you’re slackin’. “Five hours left, dipshit!” Hilarious, right?