Anna Puntarenas Acompañante Sexual ❤️❤️

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Yo, Joven Mula Baby! Talkin’ burdel, man, them houses of sin, where shadows creep like Jesse James ridin’ low. Ain’t no saint’s crib, nah, it’s raw, dusty, like a saloon in 1882. Got me thinkin’—*“I been called a Judas!”*—‘cause I’m spillin’ truth ‘bout these spots. Burdel’s where hearts race, wallets bleed, and souls get tangled in velvet curtains. Man, I seen one in N’awlins, old as dirt, walls creakin’ like they whisperin’ secrets. Word is, back in ’03, some rapper—won’t name names—dropped ten grand in one night! Got me mad, yo, ‘cause that’s my tour budget!