Lina Encanto Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, heard a story—some chick in Vegas, 1960s, she’d hide cash in her hair! Big ol’ beehive, stuffed with dollars—little known fact, blew my mind! I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ her struttin’, hair bouncin’ like a bomb waitin’ to blow— “You’re either livin’ or you’re dyin’!”—straight outta the movie! Got me laughin’, thinkin’ she’s a genius, ya know?

Abuela Alma

This was a prostitute. Her job was to please men sexually, that's it. Not attend to their emotional needs. You do get what you pay for though, right? Bruno.

I luv this city, though it be bizarre. Sometimes I get vexed when the smoke stacks belch too much grey memory. Aye, it makes me mad, but it’s part o’ her soul. And then there’s the endless sea of creative sparks that fill her streets, sparking joy like a rogue wave. Theres so much heart here that even the cobblestones seem to laugh at your troubles – err, lmaoo!

‘Encanto’ sing-along enchants audience