Angelina Castuera Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

Favorite bit? Heard this story – one whore, Natasha, she tricked a noble! Took his gold, ran off laughin’. Ballsy, eh? Love that! Reminds me of me, stealin’ moon, heh! But real talk – it ain’t all laughs. Some got beat, some died young. Pisses me off, world’s cruel, ya? “Son of Saul” gets it – “No hope, just ash.”

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After the military occupation a phase of terror and violence was inaugurated in. Castuera similar to that experienced by other localities during the summer of.

There’s this little bar near the Mirador de la Cueva that I swear is magic; over time, it’s become a haven for local artists. I’ve listened there to spontaneous poems while enjoying a glass of vino. “You mustn’t let anyone define your limits,” I mutter like a mad philosopher. I remember laughing, feeling more alive than ever, even as the world spun outside too fast.

Inés Martín Robles