Sadie San Vicente Whore ❤️

About Golfito

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

When Valencia’s Brothel Got the Green Light

I ain't even sure why I ramble like this, but life is messy and beautiful, like a collage of random, brilliant snapshots. I mean, sometimes words trip over themselves, like “Stupid, fat hobbit!” stuttered in my head when I see something as wild as a laughing stray dog on a busy corner in the rain.

Romanesque gets the nod in San Vicente Stakes