Allison Bunol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

Highlights

Funny assumptions aside of that. You are closer to being a 'nazi whore' than I will ever be, lil boy.

And ohhh, the parks, man! There's Parque de las Fuentes, a hidden gem where I used to go walk-n-talk with my thoughts. I once sat there feelin’ so zen that I swear the birds chirped back my childhood secrets. Crazy? Yeah, but life's like that. I sometimes wander down Calle del Amor, though few know it exists, but trust me – it's me-time central. I’d even say, “This is life”, like that mystical line in Ten – moody but true!

In Pictures: Tomatina Festival soaks Spanish town