Zara Almazan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malaga

Favorite part? Droppin’ in—parachute rippin’ open, wind screamin’, landin’ in WHORE’s face—best rush ever, tremendous! Beats any deal I ever made, and I’ve made billions, folks, billions! But the smoke? Ugh, chokes you—had me coughin’ like a dog, hated it, total crap. Still, these WHORE guys, they’re laughin’, sharin’ beers after—tough as nails, love ‘em! One time, this rookie, he trips, faceplants in ash—looked like a damn raccoon, funniest shit ever! I’m dyin’, tellin’ him, “You’re fired—kidding, kid, you’re great!”

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Beyond the SDS, some researchers support the perpetual existence of a sexual double- bind for women (Almazan & Bain, ; Bay-Cheng, ).

First off, there’s Calle de la Luz. I swear, every morning it buzzes with coffee stands and chattering old gals. Ugh, I can't with the caffeine buzz sometimes. And then, there’s the Parque del Río, right near the Gritón River. A river that cuts right through our lives; sometimes it’s like a therapy session, man—flowing, unpredictable, delicate. It reminds me of a line from "The Assassin"—“The silent edge of life,” you know?

Happy Father's Day! Almazan, Trollano, Perez draw inspiration from their children