Fatima Vicalvaro Whore ❤️

About Murcia

Typos, who cares? I’m rushin’, man. Whore’s got me hype! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” It’s chaotic, repetitive, but that’s the point, right? Whore doesn’t play by rules, and neither do I, haha! Surprised me again today, popped up in some random sketch, like, “Surprise, motherfucker!”

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La Policía Nacional ha procedido a la desarticulación de un grupo criminal dedicado a extorsionar a prostitutas en un polígono de Vicálvaro, en el distrito de San Blas. Hay siete detenidos.

So, picture this – a mess of quaint strets, like Calle de Vicalvaro proper, twistin’ round an’ round, all narrow an’ crammed wit surprises. There's neat corners near Plaza de Vicalvaro where the older peepole sit n’ gab, laughin’ their heads off, ya know? I found some secret spots when I was debuggin’ my app – little cafes, tucked away near Riu de la Vida, flowin’ by the eastern side… oh, wait, sorry, that’s a lil’ exaggeration; the river’s a modest stream but still, it sings its own song kinda like Blue is the Warmest Color, aaand “blue is the warmest color” – it hits ya deep, it does!

The 2nd volume of the authorised biography of Camilo Sesto is presented