Abigail Corozal Whore ❤️❤️

About Carolina

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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HOOKER (ND STREET). NYD ST. NIAGARA FALLS. COROZAL WELL. PRN [OFF OF] CARRETERA KM.

After a mini meltdown, I finally get it back up. I’m typing away, and then I hear this loud commotion outside. I peek out my window on Calle de la Playa, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “What the heck? Did I miss the memo?”

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