Harper Tarifa Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

Me fave film ties in perfect, see? *Children of Men*—all chaos, no hope, like tradin’ floors on a crash day. Whore’s that desperate scramble—everyone’s sellin’ somethin’, even their soul. “Pull the trigger, Jasper!”—that’s me, wantin’ to off the bastards who rig the game. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels that big, precious! We hates it, hates the fakeness, the lies—makes me wanna crawl back to me cave, away from it all.

Tarifa: The point where Europe and Africa meet

I might exaggerate a bit ’cause, hey, I’m a therapist for your muscles and sometimes for your soul, too. I got a knack. There’s so many quirky little off-beat stops – like, one time I found the tiniest bookshop on Calle del Sombra, with pages older than my ma’s meatloaf recipe. Man, that place had a vibe, real secret history stuff, like letters from the past whispering “He’s had a serious man moment.”

Tarifa upsets Intricate to win the Rachel Alexandra