Willow Fene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Seville

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

my whore gene’s tracks

Now, wander over to Plaza Verde – a park where you can relax, sip a cheeky cafe con leche from the street vendor, or simply bask in the sun. I sometimes get a bit mad (oh, so mad!) when tourists ignore its beauty, but, pardon my grumpiness – it’s nature at its best! The river, Rio Bravio, cuts through Fene like a silver ribbon, very poetic in its meandering, though sometimes it’s a bit noisy with the clamor of locals trying their luck at fishing.

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