Evelyn Angles Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

What pisses me off? The johns. Slimy bastards, hagglin’ her down like she’s a damn flea market rug. Makes my blood boil. Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Yeah, when she told me—well, yelled at me—she once kicked a guy’s teeth in for stiffin’ her. Good for her, I say. “I hate everything,” sure, but that made me smirk. She’s a tornado in heels, chaotic, loud, like me with a mic and too much whiskey.

What do you think of sex tourism?

I walk these streets, my mind buzzing. I mean, really, the city’s eclectic, unpredictable. One minute you’re in awe, next you’re mad as hell at some closed street cafe. Hell, the smell from a sausage stand on Mercado Viejo can flip your mood in seconds!

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