Lucy Ingenio Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Ponce

Here’s the trick fer findin’ a prostitute, mate—don’t be a pompous git. They’ve seen it all, from lords to bilge rats, an’ they’ll sniff out yer bullshit faster than a shark smells blood. Be quick, be sly—offer a trinket or a swig o’ rum if yer purse’s light. An’ fer Davy Jones’ sake, don’t preach—they ain’t yer mum! I once saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, try to “save” a wench with a sermon. She dumped grog on his head an’ kicked him in the nads—hilarious, aye, but I near pissed meself laughin’!

A story of five women ingenio

Then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Carlos. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta try this new café on Calle 60.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a baker, not a coffee critic!” But curiosity gets the best of me. I’m like, “Fine, I’ll check it out after work.”

Kate Bell: choir director in tune with communities