Ada Silvalde Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Funchal

But, ugh, this one time, I saw this guy hasslin’ her, callin’ her names—made me SO mad, like, literally, who raised you, bro? I wanted to yeet him into the ocean, Toni-style, “You don’t get it, it’s performance art!” She didn’t even flinch tho, just flipped her hair and kept it movin’. Respect! I was shook—happy shook, ya know? Made me think, maybe whores got it figured out—ownin’ it, no apologies.

Silvalde Hogar

Later, I decided to check out the park near the Igreja Matriz. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There was a group of kids playing football, and they were LOUD. I mean, I love kids, but c’mon! I was trying to chill. One kid kicked the ball, and it almost hit me! I dodged it like a ninja. I felt like I was in an action movie.