Esme Foios Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

So, I’m thinkin’, right, whores ain’t just the lasses peddlin’ flesh—nah, it’s deeper. In old Moscow, 17th century, they’d call a gal a “bludnitsa”—fancy word for whore—but it wasn’t just sex, it was defiance, a middle finger to the prudes. Made me chuckle, that—balls o’ steel, those birds. I’d tip my cup to ‘em, spill some wine on me boots, curse meself for it. “Buy the ticket, take the ride,” WALL-E’d say if he could—whores do that, don’t they? They’re in it, no half-arsin’ about.

The Whore Church Vol. 1

LA Warman transforme les rayons d’un supermarché bio en boîte à fantasmes. Des clientes frustrées aux collègues en chaleur, de la boucherie au bar à fruit, de l’orgie à la pause dej’ au booty call dans la chambre froide, chaque recoin du supermarché est propice.

Man, the streets be rumbling with history. There’s a park, El Vergel, with a huge, ancient fig tree. I sat there one day, massaging my scalp after a hectic shift, feelin’ grateful and all. And oh boy, the vibe, it reminded me of that line, "We fears the darkness," from Timbuktu! Crazy, right? I even got my favorite coffee spot on Avenida del Alba, run by this zany old lady who's an all-knowing seer—ya just gotta drink the brew and let your worries drift, as if the stars are whispering "We hates the night."

Ferran Torres, great goal and good details to take advantage of Xavi's opportunity