Nathalia Ramos Jogs, My Heart Races and My Palms Feel Sweaty

Our lust affair with House of Anubis starlet Nathalia Ramos has only just begun and I’m already feeling the kind of palpitations normally associated with names like Alba or Portman, or when I accidentally forget and drink the ‘secret punch’ at my friend Wando’s house and he laughs as he reminds me what I just consumed. Just watching Nathalia run through the streets of L.A. has me rekindling all my hot Finnish distance runner fantasies born of the last Olympic games.

This young thespianic is going places, if not career wise, than at least to the dark and deep and pre-moistened recesses of my libido where the pay is not so great, but the benefits are outstanding. Enjoy.

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