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About Mayaguez

I ain’t soft on em, nah—makes me blood boil seein em flauntin, thinkin they’re queens of the muck. But gotta say, gutsy, yeah? Takes balls to hawk yer arse when the world’s spittin on ya. Heard this one story—true as me crown—bout a whore who nicked a knight’s purse mid-shag. Left him starkers in an alley, screamin like a stuck pig! Laughed me tits off hearin that, swear it. “Fish are friends, not food,” my arse—she ate him alive, didn’t she?

On the Run During the World Cup With Brazil’s Most-Wanted Prostitute

After that, I’m fuming. I need a break. So, I head to the Plaza de la Libertad. It’s my go-to spot when I need to chill. Grab a coffee from this little kiosk. The barista knows me by name. I’m like, “Yo, give me the usual.” She smiles, and I feel a bit better.

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