Sofia Cestas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, here’s a juicy bit—back in 1700s France, these elite types threw orgies while peasants ate dirt. Literally! Marie Antoinette’s “let em eat cake” crap—WHoreS been at it forever. Nowadays, they’re subtler—private jets, offshore accounts, blah blah. “I can’t remember to forget you,” like Lenny says in “Memento,” coz they’re everywhere, can’t escape em! Drives me mental—wanna trick em into givin it all away, Loki-style. Imagine their faces—priceless!

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Dating back to pre-history and a stopover for Roman armies marching north from Spain (Cestas literally means ‘the sixth military milestone’ before Bordeaux – a day’s march), the town is .

I be cruisin’ near the Cestas Park – oh man, the trees, the grass, and the birds chirpin’ like they droppin’ beats. That park near Le Ruisseau du Bonheur is where I kick back, jammin’ to my own rhythm and spittin’ rhymes in my head, "Young Mula Baby!" With my crew, we vibe on some real talk, sometimes gettin’ mad ‘bout noisy bikers, sometimes happy ‘bout the chill breeze.

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