Luna Tecámac De Felipe Villanueva Puta ❤️

Acerca de Monterrey

Lemme paint it, aight? Dark rooms, neon buzzin’. Smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. Dudes rollin’ in, sketchy as fuck—nerve-rackin’. I seen this one chick, swear, she ran shit. Called her Queen B, no Beyoncé, tho. Had this scar on her cheek, badass story. Word is, she fought off some pimp—knife shit! Ain’t nobody messin’ with her, nah. Got me hyped, like, “Yas, queen, you free!” Kinda like Solomon breakin’ chains, ya feel?

Felipe Villanueva para jóvenes, de María Eugenia Leefmans