Paisley Estepa Find A Prostitute ❤️

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But this clown? He’s still sittin’ there, sippin’ slow. I’m like, “Find a prostitute? Find a shower first, stank!” He don’t know I’m half serious, half playin’. I exaggerate, hollerin’, “You gon’ catch somethin’ penicillin won’t fix!” My barback laughs, and I’m feelin’ good—sass keeps me young, halleluyer! I tell him, “Go home, boo, ain’t no butterfly here—just moths!” He stumbles out, and I’m like, *Good riddance, chile!* Life’s too short for dumbasses!

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Then, whaddya know, I found a tiny cafe in Barrio de San Bartolomé. Named, like, El Rincón del Alma. I had the best mantecado ever. I was gobbling it like a starving champion. People overlook this gem, but not me! I get all deep whenever I taste that dessert—sweeter than life sometimes.

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