Julia Alcudia Whore ❤️

About Madrid

But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

About Alcúdia and Pollensa and the north of Mallorca and any other stuff that seems interesting.

By the way, dude, let me tell you: I was absolutely miffed when a local construction project blocked Calle Nou, and I nearly lost my marbles waiting in traffic! "There Will Be Blood" vibes for sure – raw, relentless battles against modernity, but alas, that too is part of the charm of PAlcudia (es). And you know what? It suddenly hit me: every misadventure here is a story cryin' out to be told, much like the dramatic pauses in a Boris Johnson ramble!

Bellevue Alcudia squat bricked up as the squatting moves towards an end