Victoria Fajardo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Guaynabo

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

The Writer: D.C. Copeland

After that, I decide to hit the beach. Playa de las Croabas, baby! The water is crystal clear, and I’m ready to chill. But guess what? It’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I can’t even find a spot to lay my towel. So, I end up squished between a family blasting reggaeton and a couple arguing about... I dunno, something dumb.

Fajardo, Pepi, Shaffelburg headline League A Quarterfinals Best XI