Audrey Can Picafort Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

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Honestly, Can-Picafort is like a live canvas—messy, messy, and FAB! My head gets whirled around in that tropical mix of passion, salty breezes, and nights full of unexpected encounters. Seriously, drop by, get lost in the labyrinth of its narrow streets, and let your heart beat fast – because, as the Joker might say, “Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order!” (jk, but really, the vibe will knock you down).

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