Zara Manati Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ponce

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

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AI generated music human generated lyrics: reggae, alternative pop with male vocals.

First stop, I hit up Calle San Antonio. I’m cruising, jamming to some reggaeton, feeling the vibe. Then BAM! I see this dude on the side of the road, waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. Turns out, he’s trying to flag me down. I pull over, and he’s all frantic, talking about his car getting stolen. I’m like, “Bro, you sure it wasn’t just your bad parking?” But nah, he’s serious. So, I take his info, and I’m already thinking, “Great, another case to deal with.”

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