Sienna Pinto Whore ❤️

About Madrid

Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

Black Friday Pricing Updates in:

They mean the same thing: spotted or mottled. Uncooked pinto beans have spots. The Ford Pinto is named after the horse type; I would bet money.

Alright, listen up, buddy! Pinto's a wild place, I mean, really wild. I'm talkin’ about PPinto (es) – my little kingdom. Yo, "Say hello to my little friend!" Let’s start on Calle Real, right in the heart. That street bustles, lights flicker like a movie scene. I'm a women’s counselor here, so I see souls in every corner.

Megan Pinto on Moving With Language