Violet Jaca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

AttentionWhore

Jaca is an ancient fort on the Aragón River, situated at the crossing of two great early medieval routes, one from Toulouse to Santiago de Compostela and Pau to Zaragoza. Jaca was the city .

I once got lost near the medieval walls off Camino Real. Total bonkers, right? But then found myself in a tiny, cosy nook near Calle Maldita. The smell of fresh bread from pastelarias made me so happy I nearly cried. Not sorry, trust me, precious!

ICD continues probe into top cop