Isabella Cabo Rojo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ponce

Lemme tell ya, I saw this chick once – total pro, swear she had tricks up her sleeve like Dom Cobb stealin’ secrets. Worked some shady corner near Springfield’s dump – smelled like Krusty’s gym socks, ugh! But she was slick, dude, dodgin’ cops like it’s a freakin’ game. Made me laugh, like, “Ha! Take that, pigs!” Got me thinkin’ – whores got skills, yo.

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Bauxite being loaded at Cabo Rojo, Dominican Republic, to be shipped elsewhere for processing; Literally meaning "Red Cape", is both a cape on the southwestern coast of the .

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, sun’s blazin’ through my window. I’m like, “Yesss, let’s hit the beach!” But first, coffee. Duh. I hit up this lil’ café on Calle José de Diego. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m not even exaggerating. I downed a cortadito faster than you can say “Cabo Rojo.”

Beryl approaches the Windward Islands as a dangerous Category 4 hurricane