Victoria Moca Whore ❤️❤️

About San Juan

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Our Mission

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Carlos. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the beach!” I’m thinking, “Beach? In this weather?” But hey, why not? So, I hop on a guagua, and we’re off to the coast.

Concacaf Disciplinary Committee Sanctions two Moca FC players