Ellie Algemesi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

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Algemesí reobri la Biblioteca Municipal en el Mercat amb motiu del Dia del Llibre Infantil.

Gotta shout out the park in Barrio Verde – the trees there, man, they whisper like a lover’s secret. I remember this one time, I sat on a broken bench (yeah, kinda funky) and thought “Ida: a quiet heartbreak”, like in the movie, “I don’t know if I can ever belong” – damn, that hit real deep. Yo, I felt my whole existence, like, “You’re not human, you’re so much more.” Crazy things, like art out of chaos.

Alberto Altur - 2024-25 - Men's Tennis