Eliza Merida Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Still, it’s heavy, man. Whore’s got soul, but the world’s a drag. “Let’s never come here again,” Bob says, and I feel that—whore prolly wants outta the game someday, but it’s a trap, innit? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re ace, love!” Dunno, maybe I’m a soft git, but that’s me—shagadelic heart!

The number of sex workers in Mérida doubles after a ruling in their favor

Oh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Merida (es). It's crazy, it's amazing, it's... oh, I'm ramblin' again. You see, my life here as a women's counselor has me see every little detail. I stroll down Paseo de Montejo, ya know, that grand boulevard, with its colonial mansions. They whisper secrets of the past… like in that movie “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia”: “The truth is never pure and never simple,” yesss, precious. Stupid, fat hobbit! (ha, ha, I can't help it sometimes!)

After dueling hot shots, Saville outlasts Kalinina to make Merida quarters