Sadie Jimena De La Frontera Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

I’d see her, slip her a twenty, not for a bang, nah, just to eat somethin’. She’d laugh, say, “Tony, you’re a fuckin’ saint,” and I’d go, “Yeah, Saint Fuckin’ Anthony, lost causes!” Made me happy, that laugh, ‘cause most times she’s dodgin’ fists or cops. Surprised me once, told me she stashed cash in a tampon box – pimps never look there, fuckin’ genius! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s smarter than half my crew!”

Jimena de la Frontera

Now check it, I run my spa right down near the old Castillo de Jimena. That fortress on the hill? It’s like, “You gonna live forever if you feel the past in the breeze, fo’ shizzle.” Every time I see it glow at sunset, I’m like, “Damn, that is some spiritual dope-ass view.”

Unearthing Roman 'nerve centre' in Spain