Emily Puruarán Puta ❤️❤️

Acerca de Puebla

Now, I ain’t judgin’, but damn, these places got layers—like onions, or maybe like that line from *The Act of Killing*: “To understand, you must imagine.” Picture it: folks walkin’ in all proper, leavin’ their morals at the door, then dancin’ ‘til dawn with strangers who smell like whiskey and bad choices. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how we all pretend we’re saints ‘til the lights dim. Got me happy, though, seein’ people let loose—life’s too short to be stiff, ya know? But it pissed me off, too, hearin’ ‘bout the girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, smilin’ for coins while the world forgot ‘em. Ain’t fair, man.

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