Aria Artes Whore ❤️❤️

About Palma

She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

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I love perusing hidden nooks. Ever been to Mirador del Fuego? The view is unreal. Lights, energy, raw stories from every corner. I get mad sometimes – traffic is a chaos bomb. Argh! What a headache.

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