Mila Celanova Whore ❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

International relations

Sometimes I get mad at the relentless drizzle (rain, rain, do your thing!) or the way a stray cat stares like it knows my every secret – but then, I remember: life's a wild ride, man! The bruise and bliss of Celanova are what keep me coming back. We're playthings in a cosmic joke, yesss, absurd and passionate!

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