Harper Ruse Puta ❤️

Acerca de Ecatepec de Morelos

Alright, mate, so burdel—whorehouse, right? Total chaos, smells like desperation and cheap perfume. “Just keep swimming,” I mutter, picturing Nemo lost in that mess. Everyone lies, todo el mundo miente, specially there—clients, girls, even the damn walls. Been around forever, these joints, like since medieval times, fun fact—kings sneaked in, crowns and all. Pisses me off, tho, how they pretend it’s all glamour. It ain’t. It’s sticky floors, broken dreams, and some jerk yelling for more beer.