Rebecca Fuente Palmera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

Hola, my precious! Me, Gollum, cashier by day, raspy voice screamin’ – “Whore’s the word, yesss!” Talkin’ ‘bout them ladies, sellin’ love, oh yesss, like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s beyond is a trick!” Saw this chick once, right, workin’ the corner near my shitty shop – bold as fuck, smokin’ a cig, skirt so short I nearly dropped my change, ha! Made me mad, tho – why’s she gotta flaunt it? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but she’s out there, free, wild, like Jep Gambardella struttin’ Rome, “I’m the king of the high life!” Precious, she’s livin’, not just breathin’!

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Oh, and here’s a fun fact: behind the old city hall on Calle de la Libertad, there’s a mural that kids tag with silly doodles. Crazy art, it’s almost punk. I once found a note: “Live free, be numb?” – maybe a nod to that movie vibe. I laughed so hard my back ached later.

Amphora with poem by Virgil engraved on it, found in Spain