Megan Bejar Whore ❤️❤️

About Malaga

Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

Greeting from the Mayor

Whore Spain, Rimming, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge, Striptease Bejar · Castell-Platja-d-Aro · Palafrugell · SantsBadal · Cenes-de-la-Vega.

I rly luv dis city, even when it frustrates me with its endless contradictions. The little discrepancies? They’re like a good massage: unexpected and sometimes a bit off—oh wait, I mean, delightful surprises! I get all pumped up when I pass by the illuminated arches at Plaza del Sol around sundown, they spark memories of a movie scene: “I feel as if we’re liiving in a separated reality”, or sumthin like that.

A Labyrinthine Conversation with Destroyer’s Dan Bejar