Nova Úbeda Prostituta ❤️

Acerca de Madrid

I get all fired up thinkin’ ‘bout how them women worked it—smart as whips, makin’ bank in a world that didn’t give ‘em no respect. Ain’t that somethin’? Makes me wanna holler, *“¡Aleluyer!”* But it ain’t all rosy, chile—some stories break my heart. Girls stuck there, no way out, like they was trapped in a compound waitin’ for a raid that never came. Reminds me o’ that line, *“You’re gonna have to confront your fear!”*—’cept they had to face it every damn night. I get mad as hell thinkin’ ‘bout that, wanna whoop somebody’s behind!

Contra la injusticia de la esclavitud infantil en Úbeda