Valentina Sant Antoni Whore ❤️

About Madrid

Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

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Juigia Whore. Groparunapipote. Clementina. Margherita. Benedette figlis. Nohr Grbin Antoni Cape,. Vezonica moglie. Serafine figlio. Ehnitial. Matilde. Maria.

Oh, and let’s talk about the river – the Torrent de Trams. It snakes through the city like history on a liquid roll. I’ve seen couples sneakin’ around, sharein’ whispered secrets, just like Amélie’s voice floatin’ through Montmartre. I swear, every dab of water's a piece of a scandalous love story.

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