Zara Rincon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ponce

Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

Escorts in Rincón

El Rincón amoroso. "The lovely corner" An old whore house now out of order.

But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour! We ran for cover under this little shack. I was soaked, but we were laughin’ like crazy. I was like, “This is the most romantic rain scene ever!” She rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was into it.

Bodies of two dead men found in Rincon identified, police investigating