Chloe Split Puta ❤️❤️

Acerca de Monterrey

Lemme tell ya, this one time—true story—I heard from my buddy Miguel, down in Delaware, ‘bout a gal like her. Said she’d dance in this dive bar, red dress, hair all messy—pure *Moulin Rouge* vibes. “One day I’ll fly away,” she’d hum, and—bam!—guys’d tip her just to hear more. Made me mad, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like that? World’s tough, man, tough as nails. But happy too—she’d wink, flip her hair, and—poof!—own the room.