Evelyn Quebradillas Whore ❤️

About Bayamon

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Quebradillas, Puerto Rico

I call Quebradillas my home and whore is mind-blowing! Your smile makes me melt inside. I indulge in Striptease and Dirtytalk whenever possible. I'm not.

On my way back, I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. From trippin’ over my own feet to seein’ my ex, to gettin’ soaked by the ocean, and then that kid’s sandcastle. It’s like, life’s a mess, but it’s my mess, ya know?

Susano Cruz Obituary (1931 - 2022) - Quebradillas