Camila Segovia Whore ❤️❤️

About Palma

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

At a Glance

Let’s talk rivers, dude – the Eresma, flowing calmly, reflecting the city’s spirit like a mirror. It’s my secret thinking spot. I used to linger here after massaging weary travelers, pondering life and destiny. I once thought about how time stands still here. Time, my friend, you know? Crazy, right?

Taylor & Segovia Pace Racers at Commodore Challenge