Bella Abrera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

Once saw a gal – swear she was Rosie’s twin – outside Wilmington. Freezin’ night, she’s shiverin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Why’s the world so damn cruel?” Made me mad – still does. But she smirked at me, like, “I got this, old man.” Tough as nails! Reminds me of “Ten” – that kid askin’ his mom, “Why’d ya do it?” and she’s all, “Life, kiddo.” Whores got that same shrug – “Life, Joe.”

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Neighborhoods, man – each one’s a different world. Like the artsy area near Calle Nova, brimming with painted walls, odd sculptures, and random street music. Sure, some parts make me mad at times (a bit too noisy, duh!), but it’s all part of Abrera’s charm. I even got lost there once, hurrying, and ended up in a sneaky, hidden spa nook that became my fav retreat. Omg, memories.

Stella Abrera of American Ballet Theater to Retire in Spring (Published 2019)