Vanessa Isabela Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bayamon

Yo, fun fact—whore trees, they talk, sorta. Wind hits ‘em, they groan, lowkey flexin’ history. Blew my mind when I heard it, like, “Damn, you haunted or what?” Prolly got ghost sap or some shit—exaggeratin’, but maybe not! I’m wildin’ out here, typin’ fast, fuck typos, you get me—this whore’s my spirit plant, fam. Next album, I’m samplin’ that groan, watch. Peace!

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Isabela: Well, I don't need to hide from the world by encasing myself in steel up to my eyebrows. Aveline: Right, let it all hang out so everyone knows what they're getting. Hawke: Catfight?

So, I finally get to my workshop on Avenida Concepción. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I start workin’ on this custom stove for a client. He wanted it in bright red. I mean, who wants a red stove? But hey, it’s his kitchen, not mine. I’m hammerin’ away, gettin’ lost in the rhythm, when suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right?

Superman: Isabela Merced’s Hawkgirl to Have ‘Organic’ Wings