Harper Malagón Prostituta ❤️

Acerca de Madrid

So, I’m lurking, yeah, like a cat on the prowl— “Hang me, oh hang me!”—that’s me humming Llewyn’s tune, ‘cause this whole thing’s a damn tragedy. Saw one once, all dolled up, skirt so short I nearly choked on me own spit! Made me angry, precious, angry! Why they gotta sell themselves like that? World’s gone rotten, I reckon. But then—ha!—she winks at me, like I’m some mark with gold. Me! Gollum! “We’s not that desperate, nasty tricksy humans!” I hiss, scooting off quick. Laughed me head off later—imagine me, bony arse and all, with a prostituta? Hilarious, precious, bloody hilarious.

La lluvia desluce la procesión del Santo Entierro en Malagón y obliga a los pasos a regresar