Violet Chiva Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

So, ye ask me ‘bout whores? They’re the storm in the calm, the grog in me cup, the—“What is this place?”—like Smith mutters in the flick, all lost an’ wild. They’re chaos, an’ I bloody love it! Savvy? Now, where’s me rum—er, me next whore? Arr!

Chiva itself is an animal, but in a vulgar way, it is someone who reveals a secret without consent.

You turned out to be a whore. I'll give you a hint what to do: Get the fuck off the floor, cause I want to lay down. During these long.

So if you’re comin' to visit, get ready. Explore Calle Rápida (yeah, that one with the cool bistro's), dive into secret alley gigs, and try a midnight stroll along the river. Each place sneaks up on ya like a stealthy Bond mission. Shaken, not stirred, ya feel me?

Rey ties it late for Chivas against Cibao