Abigail Cuellar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Clothing/Style Whore

Behance er verdens største kreative netværk til fremvisning og udforskning af kreativt tis pity she's a whore She's gonna kick your ass! Hugo Cuellar åbner i.

Ah, perdona mis typos: ke me emocioné, perdon, permm, omg, lo sé, ya sé, ya te contaré mas, pero seriously, te va a encantar. ¡Nos vemos pronto, corazoncito!

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