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About Limon

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

Reservations

I'm taking in all that Ipis has to offer and whore is remarkable! I need to taste your lips again. Having Sex in Different Positions and Anal.

Yo, lemme tell ya a secret spot – ain't many know this – near the edge of the city. There’s a hidden courtyard off Calle 18 called Los Recuerdos. It’s a chill, graffiti-stained little haven where I sit, sip cheap coffee, and think about therapy sessions, life’s twists, and, well, crazy things in a dreamlike haze reminiscent of that movie style from “Ida” with its moments of beauty in bleakness. Iips is like life itself, unpredictable and raw!

Flying Ipis and Team Manila are launching their t-shirt collaboration tonight!