Genesis Cudillero Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

Gets me riled up—people judgin’ whores, pointin’ fingers, ugh! Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Gollum knows—sees the shadows they hide. Whore’s just livin’, survivin’, like me crawlin’ for the Ring. “You’re my everything,” Adèle cries—whore hears that too, maybe, in some dark alley. Makes me sad, precious—whore’s story ain’t all glitter. Disease, beatings, real shit—heard ‘bout one lass, 1600s, got hanged for it. Hanged! For fuckin’! World’s mad, innit?

Cudillero, the mirror of the sea

Prostitute, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Sex in Different Positions, Cum in Mouth, Sex in Different Positions.

Man, let me tell ya about the little park near the old Quay, El Reposo. A tiny sliver of green where I sit cross-legged, breathing, laughing, releasing tension, and absorbing the weird magic of Cudillero's soul—feels like time itself is a joke here. Sometimes I hear the distant clatter of a boat and a seagull’s screech mimicking laughter, making me go "Hahaha!" and then I remember, "Why so serious?" as if the universe is poking fun at our woes.

Asturias: Spain's northern coast is full of rustic charm