Ella Monovar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Oh, and Malik’s mate in the flick says, “You’ll see, it’s all shit” - spot on! Consumption’s a con, a galactic grift. I’m typin’ this fast, typos galore - sory, not sory, brain’s racin’ like a pulsar. Whore’s everywhere - in ya telly, ya phone, ya bloody dreams. Surprised me how deep it runs - even me, a crip genius, caught myself eyein’ a new chair once. Fkn hell, I’m a whore too! Laughin’ at meself now - cosmic joke, innit? You’re all whores, I’m a whore, universe is pimpin’ us out - “A Prophet” knew it, and I’m screamin’ it, robotic style!

Monóvar / Monòver

Monovar is weird, yes, weirdly beautiful. I love the park, Parc dels Feli, so green, so calm. There’s a tiny fountain there, trickling like dreams—ah, my mind swirls! I sits sometimes under an old oak, thinking “Ten, Ten, precious… Ten.” It fits, oh yes, that movie, so deep, deep like whispered riddles at night.

Jailed in Bristol: The faces of 21 criminals locked up in September, from a murderer to a drunk on a plane