Elizabeth Beasain Whore ❤️

About Seville

We swears! Ain’t no saint meself—gets me chuckle tho, how whore’s so… predictable? Nah, unpredictable! One day it’s all giggles, next it’s a punch in the gob. Makes me wanna scream, “Why’s it so good at bein’ bad?!” Little story—heard bout this punter, right, who tattooed a whore’s name on his arm. Daft git! She scarpered with his motorbike next day—true that!

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

First off, the cobbled streets like Calle Mayor – no joke, it’s a wee artery pulsing with life. There’s a ramshackle vibe in the air; I mean, I literally bumped into some genius after a late night debugging session, and he was spouting "In the Mood for Love" lines at me. Quirky, innit? The rooftops in Barrio del Sol are just absurdly photogenic, all higgledy-piggledy yet brimming with stories. I often strut these lanes, feeling like a modern-day Casanova, even if I'm more about coding than courting.

Northern unveils its first new CAF-built train.