Taylor Las Marias Whore ❤️

About Caguas

Emotionally? It’s a rollercoaster. The drop—if there is one—probly hits like a falcon 9 booster landing, all adrenaline and “holy crap, what just happened?” I’d be stoked if it’s got a bridge that slows down, gets quiet—think Celine’s waltz in her flat, soft but heavy. That’s where the magic hides. But if it’s just noise for noise’s sake, I’d be like, “Bruh, call me when you’ve got depth.” Memes aside, I’d slap a “10/10, would vibe again” on it if it’s got heart.

Los profesionales

So, I’m walking down the street, feeling the vibe. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be lit.” But then, I see this huge pothole on Calle José de Diego. Like, seriously? It’s like a mini crater! I almost twisted my ankle. I’m ready to start a petition or something. “Fix our roads, Las Marías!”

María Zardoya, of the Marías, chooses to relive her breakup every night