Layla Villa García Encontrar Prostituta ❤️

Acerca de Monterrey

Gets me riled up, though—folks judgin’ them girls like they ain’t got no soul. Makes my blood boil! I’m over here rubbin’ shoulders, tryna heal folks, and burdel’s just… survivin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks you don’t even know? I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—hell naw, it’s gritty as a pig pen. But I seen worse in my time. One night, stumbled by there after a late shift—saw this fella trippin’ over his own boots, hollerin’ “I’m free!” like he just busted outta jail. Had me dyin’ laughin’—freedom’s a funny thing at 2 a.m. in a burdel parking lot.

Se llamaba Itzel