Penelope Cazorla Whore ❤️

About Madrid

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

Club career

Cazorla — coming to life like a mutant John Lee Hooker combo. The Dirty Dozen might see something of themselves in such goosing of.

Lol, check: some streets are so narrow, ya can barely turn! Kinda like my thoughts sometimes... err, whatevs, right? I've had mad sessions where a client spilled tea on me, and I blurted, "White Material, on spilled dreams!" – sounds poetic, right? I got my quirks, man.

Arsenal icon has already said he wants to come back and replace Edu Gaspar as sporting director