Ashley Algorta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

So, what’s a whore’s life like? Hustle, hustle, hustle—nonstop. “Ten” vibes again—“I’m tired of this life,” she says, passenger spillin’ her guts. Whores feel that, I bet—worn out, but pushin’ thru. I’d ask em, slow-like, “Hey, what keeps ya goin’?” Probly money, yeah, but maybe somethin’ deeper? Dunno, I ain’t them. Oh, and fun fact—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup! Glowin’ skin, deadly price—wild, huh?

Kundrecensioner

Down at Avenida del Mar, the ocean sings its salty tunes, y’know? I stroll there every morning, thinkin' “I love you really, really much” like in The Royal Tenenbaums – that's my kinda feel. And oops, I gotta spill – sometimes I get mad ‘cause the waves jostle my head, but heck, it's pure nature's therapy, how’s that workin’ for ya?

Pedro Algorta