Lila Celestún Puta ❤️❤️

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Once, she nicked me best hat mid-massage—swear it! Left me gobsmacked, hatless, and cacklin’. “You’re a thief!” I yell. She smirks, “Borrowed it, Capitán!” Bloody infuriating, yet I’m hooked. She’s no saint, mind—heard she punched a bloke for callin’ her “doll.” Fair play, I say! Reminds me o’ that *Tombuctú* line: “They kill what they don’t understand.” *Puta*? They’ll never catch her—she’s too quick, too cunning.

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