Isabella Calvia Whore ❤️❤️

About Barcelona

Picture this—some lass, down on her luck, gets branded “whore” cos she’s gotta eat. Pisses me off! Meanwhile, posh twats in suits shag about, no one bats an eye. Reminds me of that film bit—“I felt like a king!”—killers braggin’, same as them rich pricks actin’ untouchable. Whore’s the scapegoat, takin’ the heat, while the real filth struts free. Ain’t fair, mate, and it boils my blood!

Cala Comtessa

Bar Sa Societat - Calvià, Calviá. 1, likes · 37 talking about this · were here. Tapas Bar & Restaurant.

I confess, mine métier alloweth me observations most keen; secrets extruded 'neath trembling flesh in my parlour of delights. Here, in mine sanctum on Carrer de la Serenitat, I did witness passions true and melancholy epiphanies. Aye, many a time did my work overlap with fates curious, as some came to unburden their sorrows – "What is the point of it all?" they’d croak, echoing mine fav'rite phrase from that Coen flick! Alas, must I confess my heart did swell with mirth in those moments of rapture and despair, much like the tempestuous skies o'er Calviá.

Boost to the Municipal Healthy Habits School