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About Setubal

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

Sex / Tingles

I think the main complaint here is his unhealthy addiction to strip clubs which causes emotional stress for yara. We all know how gorgeous she.

But then, she panics at a red light. I’m like, “Sofia, it’s not the end of the world!” She’s like, “But what if I mess up?” I’m like, “You’re not gonna mess up. Just breathe!”

A Closer Look at Ginger & Jagger