Gabriella Barceloneta Whore ❤️❤️

About Ponce

Aight, real talk—whores be funny too. Imagine one tryna flirt, like, “Yo, you wanna copy of me or the real me?”—straight outta *Certified Copy*! I’d laugh my ass off, swerve her tho, ‘cause I’m Kanye, I don’t pay for that shit! Haha, nah, but for real—they out here survivin’, and I respect the grind. “Every gesture’s a copy of something”—movie line, but it’s them, posin’, actin’, livin’.

Opium Mar Nightclub – Where the Party Begins in Barcelona

First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Juan. The sun was blazin’, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then I see the beach, and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But hey, I can’t blame ‘em. Barceloneta’s got that vibe.

Outrage grows over Puerto Rico pet massacre