Elizabeth Aviles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

Visit Aviles, Spain; a travel guide to the city of Aviles

It's on the very Peninsula of San Juan de Nieva, practically at the feet of the lighthouse, de Aviles, but towards a whore east, heading towards.

Rarrgh! Heyyy, so let me tell ya 'bout Avilés, man. It's so damn wild n chill, ya know? I’ve been here for ages, runnin’ my spa and all that jazz. So, lemme spill it in my own messy way. The streets here? Man, they got soul. Calle Real is lit, always buzzin’; sometimes I stroll there feelin’ all zen after a long day at the spa.

Chancellor Melissa Aviles-Ramos