Gabriella Onate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—suits in offices judgin’, callin’ it immoral, while they’re fiddlin’ expenses on the sly! Hypocrites, mate, makes me wanna ram me tractor thru their glass towers. But then, I’m chuffed thinkin’—brothels got grit! Real people, real stories, not some KPI-driven bollocks. Once read this mad fact—oldest job ever, yeah, but in Amsterdam they got unions for it! Unions! Proper team-buildin’, that is—imagine the Christmas do’s!

Los adioses jorge oñate y alvaro lopez

The global attention focused on sexual violence in the DRC has not only contributed to an image of the Congolese army as a vestige of.

Now, the river—Río de la Pasión. It flows right by the old barrio, babe. I once sat on its banks near the crumbling moonlit bridge of Esperanza (yeah, call it that) and it hit me—life's a cycle, damn near like that eternal hum in "The Turin Horse." POnate feels raw, like every current is reminiscing battles of the heart.

Oñate’s Foot