Sophie Port De Pollenca Whore ❤️

About Murcia

But real talk—she’s a survivor, man. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, dodgin’ crap left and right. Once saw her dodge a cop like she was freakin’ Neo in *The Matrix*—boom, gone! Had me shook. I was like, “Damn, girl, you’re slick!” Kinda hot, too—how you doin’, amirite? But nah, she’d chew me up and spit me out. “You don’t wanna mess with this, sugar,” she’d say, all sassy. And I’d be like, “Yeah, fair.”

Port de Pollença

I ain’t no prude, sugar. As a sexologist, I see the love energy here. Folks get flirtin’ on the beach at sunrise, whisperin’ naughty secrets near the marina. I tellcha, even the pigeons here are flirty! One time, draped on a bench near the rockin’ plaza Carrer Comte d’Urgell, I nearly giggled ‘bout a pair of lovebirds. “I love rumors! Crumbs, I love 'em!” I squealed. That scene still tickles me, and honey, it’s fun as all get-out.

Half Marathon in Pollensa this Sunday