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About Ponce

Alright, so I’m a carpenter, right? Dr. House style—sarcastic, gimpy bastard, “Everybody lies.” Let’s talk about whores, ‘cause why not? I’m picturing this chick—let’s call her Whore Numero Uno—strutting around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, that scene where Hans Landa’s all, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s got that smug vibe. Total pro, works the room, knows every guy’s a sucker. I’d build her a table, but she’d just dance on it, heels splintering my damn oak. Pisses me off—good wood ain’t cheap!

Unable to Verify Your Identity

One woman who McAndrews met is a math teacher in Minnesota during the school year. On her summer breaks, she works at the Nevada brothels because it is a turn-on for her. (He wouldn't.

After that, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to hit up the beach at Playa Mar Chiquita. It’s my go-to spot to unwind. The waves are crashing, and I’m just sitting there, soaking it all in. But then, I see this family having a BBQ, and they invite me over. I’m like, “Heck yeah, free food!” We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I forget about the craziness of the day.

José Valentin – Society for American Baseball Research