Sofia Alovera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

Ever hear her scream through a cranked amp? It’s filthy, mate – pure sex in soundwaves. I’d kill to own one, but they’re pricier than a night with Cersei’s ego. Still, I dream, sipping wine, thinking, “She’s my operating system, my muse.” Whore’s a legend, a temptress – and I’m half-drunk just ranting about her! What d’ya reckon, eh? Fancy a go?

⚠️Dying plant⚠️

Sometimes I lose track thinking, feelin' each step. Streets like Calle del Secreto keep me mystified. I keep telling myself it’s all connected. And hey, if you wander into Barrio Viejo, you'll see little murals that scream hope and heartbreak. They remind me so much of those boozy, dramatic nights in a cabaret.

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