Emilia Llerena Whore ❤️

About Madrid

Me quirks kick in here—I’m thinkin’, could I manage a brothel? David Brent, pimp extraordinaire, struttin’ in, “Team, let’s up them KPIs—Kisses Per Idiot!” Hah! I’d be rubbish, too soft, prolly end up singin’ ‘em lullabies instead. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but you get me drift—whores got grit, mate. Surprised me how much they juggle, proper *Hurt Locker* tension every night.

Inquisitors and Hermaphrodites

Talks on Texas books;: a collection of book reviews Compiled and edited, with an introd., by Llerena Friend. Bronc riding by Josepha Sherman. Snow bears.

I gotta tell ya, as a pleasure coach, I dunno, I'm tuned into these subtle vibes – ya catch that randomness in the air? "We are our choices," like Charlie Kaufman penned in his fragments of life. Sometimes, I joke that Llerena is like a living screenplay, with improvised lines, quirky characters, and sudden twists. Really, its simplicity hits you hard – unpredictable, messy, raw love, man.

Rebecca Rodriguez-Llerena Obituary (1954 - 2020) - Newark, NJ