Isabelle Santiago Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Isidro de El General

Her name’s probs somethin’ fake – “Candy,” “Lola,” who cares? Little factoid, yesss – back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild shit, right? Blows my mind, history’s horny like that! She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’, all teeth, and I’m countin’ nickels, thinkin’, “My precious, she’s got guts!” Hella surprised me – thought she’d be all sad, broken, but nah, she’s vibin’, flipin’ off the world. Kinda admire it, yesss, tho it pisses me off too – why ain’t I that brave?

No es primera vez que se sugiere un Barrio Rojo en la Metropolitana

Why does Santiago not let his lines drift like the other fishermen? During his great struggle with the marlin, what does Santiago wish repeatedly? What does the weary warbler that lands on .

Ah, sorry, I'm ramblin’... but that's Santiago for ya. The city hits ya with moments that can make you feel high or low, even mad at times (trust me, sometimes the traffic is just absurd!) but always reminds you to laugh, chill, and savor every quirky moment. Crazy, right? And, seriously, don't be surprised if ya stumble upon somethin’ unexpected—like a hidden garden behind Calle Delicias (faverite hangout spot, btw) that feels like the calm in a storm.

Santiago-Romero back on the District 6 ballot after legal challenge