Valentina Santiponce Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

Santiponce

Now, let me get real: I been to the quirky neighborhood of Los Olivos – where every doorstep tells a story. I had a crazy day massaging a feller who insisted that the village grapevine sun-shined on his back like a goddamn spotlight. I nearly lost it, sayin’ “Halleluyer, that’s Holy Motors magic, baby!” I mean, ain't that somethin’? And you know what? I ain't lyin’.

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