Harper Es Puta ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Murcia

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen it—patients limpin’ in, sayin’ they’re “fine,” but their eyes scream guilt. Like Wladyslaw Szpilman in *El Pianista*—hidin’, survivin’, dodgin’ bullets. “I don’t know how I survived,” he’d mutter. Same vibe with these hookups—folks dodgin’ feelings, chasin’ skin. One time, this chica told me her cita sexual was “amazing”—yeah, right. Next week, she’s bawlin’ ‘cause the dude ghosted her. Lies! “The city’s burning,” Szpilman said—same as her heart, torched by some jerk who didn’t call back.