Sadie Camuy Whore ❤️

About Guaynabo

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

Fine Puerto Rican Ass!

I duck into a nearby café on Calle Antonio R. Barceló. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the rain pour, and I start sketchin’ ideas for my next game. I’m thinkin’ about a character who gets stuck in a rainstorm, just like me. It’s kinda funny how life inspires art, ya know?

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