Emilia Anasco Whore ❤️

About Fajardo

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Whores Anasco

I head home, tired but happy. I think about how tomorrow’s another day. More adventures, more stories. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll avoid the potholes. But no promises!

Fugitive wanted for 2020 double-homicide in Puerto Rico arrested in Lancaster