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About Arecibo

I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

Candelaria Escort

Finally, Carlos shows up. He’s got this smirk on his face like he knows something I don’t. He pops the hood, takes one look, and says, “Dude, you need a new battery.” I’m like, “Seriously? That’s it?” I could’ve done that myself! But whatever, I’m just glad he’s here.

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