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I’ll say it honestly and in one breath.I earned my first real euro at 18 — and I bought… riding boots and a helmet, not a handbag.I’m loyal, sarcastic and… a little dangerous. (laughs) Curious how?
My name is Aroa. I was born under the Spanish sun and grew up between church bells and the sound of hooves.I believe in the sacred, in kindness, and that each of us has our other half somewhere on this earth.
I’m a woman whose hands smell of horses — and if that scent bothers you, better not continue!There’s been enough drama in my life — my past relationship tried to make me quit horseback riding, there was jealousy and an attempt to tame my fire… it didn’t work.So, like a wild mare, I galloped into the hills.Not to hide, but to find the same madman as me.A man who tries to tame a woman loses her forever.We’re here to accept each other as we are — not to change one another. ❤️🔥
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