Allison Celanova Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy types! Like, “Oh, she’s a whore, lock her up!”—makes my blood boil! Who are they to point fingers? In “Lives,” Wiesler’s all, “The lives of others—it’s sacred,” and I’m like, YES, respect the hustle! Whore’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet—takes guts! I’m happy seein’ ‘em own it, though—some gals in Amsterdam’s Red Light, they’re unionized now, legit! Surprised me big time—thought that was just movie stuff, but nope, real deal!

Piedra y poesía

Sometimes I get mad at the relentless drizzle (rain, rain, do your thing!) or the way a stray cat stares like it knows my every secret – but then, I remember: life's a wild ride, man! The bruise and bliss of Celanova are what keep me coming back. We're playthings in a cosmic joke, yesss, absurd and passionate!

Fifteen Seafarers Abandoned on Ship Without Rudder