Natalie San Sebastian Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mayaguez

So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

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Then, outta nowhere, this random cat jumps on my workbench. I’m like, “Dude, not now!” But the cat’s just chilling, like it owns the place. I can’t even be mad. It’s a cute cat. I name it “Refracto.”

A little food, a little wine, a lot of fun, a way of life