Zara Key Biscayne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

Los preferidos del público

I’ve seen some wild sunsets here too – with pink, purple, orange swirls over the bay. Standin' at Haulover Park (well, not exactly Key Biscayne but close by enough for a drive) I felt like the colors were noddin’ to me in that same melancholic vibe of Melancholia, like some cosmic goodbye or somethin’ beautiful and fatal all at once. Crazy, right?

Not Key Biscayne, but La Isla Bonita breaks a billion views