Isabella Gondomar Whore ❤️❤️

About Madrid

So, whore – it’s a hustle, right? Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s fuckin’ desperation sometimes. Back in Jersey, we’d see ‘em on the corners, sassy as hell, but in Russia? Shit’s different. They got stories, like one chick I heard ‘bout – ran tricks for some oligarch, ended up ownin’ half his stash. True story, swear to Christ! Got me laughin’, ‘cause who’d’a thunk it? Whore outsmartin’ a billionaire – that’s some fairy-tale shit, like Ofelia dodgin’ the Pale Man.

Where to eat in Gondomar

Combining an apocalyptic vision of history and chivalric language and imagery within a cultural framework of Elizabethan nostalgia, The Whore of.

I love strollin’ around Avenida do Escorial. Oooh, that spot’s the best for a quick chill. The trees, the patches of sunlight, makes me think about life, all tender and raw. I sometimes get all misty, like a scene from the movie—ain’t that somethin’?

Ribeira de Abade House, Gondomar