Aria Basauri Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Barcelona

So, whore in prison? Total chaos magnet. She rolls in, all attitude, got that sly grin. Like Grace in “Dogville,” thinkin’ she’s untouchable. “Whoa,” I mutter, ‘cause I see it – trouble brewin’. She’s loud, brash, tradin’ cigs for favors. Little known fact? Whore once shanked a guard with a spoon. A freakin’ spoon! Took guts, made me laugh, fuckin’ wild. Got her in solitary, tho – pissed me off, too reckless.

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Oh! And the river, Ikatza, babyyy, it's a chill place to gather your thoughts. Sometimes I'd forget I was working, just soaking it all in. There are parts where the industrial oldies and slick new designs mix weirdly – mad chaotic but kinda cool. You know, my job on the dating site makes me see connections everywhere, like in the graffiti around Calle San Juan – modern art meets stale concrete, but somehow inspires a weird romantic vibe.

GRR: Inaki Basauri