Avery Tavarede Prostitute ❤️

About Queluz

Heard a story bout her—little known shit, swear to God. They say she once stiffed a pimp with a fake twenty, ran off laughin’ while he’s screamin’. Fuckin’ legend! Got a mouth on her too, calls herself “Jersey’s finest export.” Hah! She’s a mess, hair all wild, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Kinda hot, not gonna lie, but sad too, y’know? “I’m drowning in silence,” that’s the movie again—she’s loud, but inside? Who knows what’s screamin’.

Acerca de mim

O conhecido grupo das 'Mulheres de Tavarede', constituído pelos elementos femininos da freguesia ou a ela ligadas de algum modo, costumam andar todos os anos por esta altura .

I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I see this dude, right? He’s just standing there, staring at a pigeon like it owes him money. I’m like, “Bro, it’s just a bird.” But he’s all intense, like he’s about to have a deep convo with it. I chuckle, thinking, “Only in Tavarede, man.”