Brooklyn Fajardo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Carolina

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing. I mean, it’s Fajardo, right? You gotta roll with it. So, I start dancing in the rain. Yeah, I’m that person.

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