Emilia Merida Whore ❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, your fave financial advisor slash storyteller! So, let’s spill the tea bout this “whore” situ—wait, did you mean “hoard” like cash stash or somethin? OMG, I’m assumin’ you meant “whore” like the gritty, messy vibe, not some Wall Street term, right? Alright, let’s roll with it, hun—grab your popcorn, ‘cause I’m divin’ into this like it’s a twisted lyric from my vault tracks!

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The city is alive, messy, and radiant all at once. Its streets, sounds, and people echo every secret and every joyful tear. I wouldn't change a thing, even with my quirky, hasty scribble-like words (oops, fifteen, no wait, sixteen typos, right? oh, crapy, my bad!). It's Merida (es), my heart, my home, and my story. Enjoy every crooked, beautiful inch of it, precious, yes, yes.

Looking back at Merida 2006 – the first Mexican World Cup Final