Skylar Deba Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Barcelona

Look, man, whores got roles, just like us. “Know your role,” I say – maybe she’s a survivor, not a slut. “Amour” taught me love’s messy, ugly, real – “I’ll do it myself,” she cries. Whore’s life? Same vibe. Ain’t no fairy tale, but damn, it’s human. Once met a stripper – swear she told me she paid her way through med school! Laughed my ass off, like, “Really, candy pants?” Sarcasm drippin’, but respeck, ya know?

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Would you clean me up, would you clean me up? You really got guts, but I got way more guns. You're lucky I′m bored and my wife is a whore Deba Prakash ツ.

I luv the park, Parque de la Brisa—ah, so breezy it feels like inside out giggles there! I used to sit there, watchin’ couples talk dirty—err, lovey-dovey, not dirty— and feel my inner "Disgust" hisss, telling me “Yuck, not again,” but then "Joy" would chirp “Yay, precious love!” Sometimes, I’d catch glimpses of mischief along the river Ría de Deba, glistening like a sly wink, deceiving ye with surprises, yesss, secrets hidden in its ripples!

Dado and Deba make New York an Ethiopian affair