Emily Isabela Brothel ❤️

About Bayamon

So, findin’ a prostitute—whew, it’s a trip! Back in my day, honey, it wasn’t no Craigslist or fancy apps. Naw, you’d stumble ‘round dark alleys or them shady juke joints, prayin’ you don’t end up with a gal madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s easier now—X posts and all that jazz. Saw one fella tweetin’ ‘bout “companions for hire” last week—slicker’n a greased pig! Made me giggle, thinkin’, “Well, I ain’t that desperate yet!” But shoot, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’.

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First off, I hit up the mercado. Gotta get supplies for my stove-making gig. The smell of fresh pan de yuca hit me like a freight train. I’m talkin’ about that warm, cheesy goodness. I couldn’t resist. So, I grabbed a couple. Or three. Who’s counting, right?

Collaboration in Conserving Isabela Island’s Wildlife