Leah Calvia Whore ❤️

About Seville

Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

Empresas y lugares cercanos

Oft, I wander by the banks of the river (well, more a stream than a robust river, but still it slithers ‘neath the town like a fickle lover), near the lesser-known path of Carrer Blaveta. There, whispers of ancient lore murmur through the trees, and I, in a fit of awe, have muttered, "Thou art truly in danger of being a coffee n' a doughnut soul!" – a phrase bizarre yet true, repeating as let slip in mine inner musings.

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