Audrey Vega Alta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Juan

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

Vega Alta, Puerto Rico

Then, I get a call about a street vendor on Calle 65 again. This guy’s selling arepas, and he’s blocking the road. I’m like, “Dude, I love arepas, but not at the cost of traffic!” But hey, I get it. Gotta hustle, right?

Heavy rains continue to pound Puerto Rico, flooding streets and causing 2nd death