Vanessa Alfafar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Seville

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Alqueria Del Pi

Now go, and experience Alfafar for yourself. And if it drives you loopy, well, that’s just the city’s way of saying, “Welcome home.”

Day 6 in the heart of Spain’s flood-devastated area: Still dazed and angry, locals praise young volunteers