Zoe Totolapán Puta ❤️

Acerca de Puebla

I reckon burdel’s got soul, tho—gritty, raw, real as hell. Them girls? Tougher than a two-dollar steak. I heard tell of one gal in a Spanish burdel, back in the 1800s, who’d sing flamenco so purty, men’d cry into their whiskey. Ain’t that somethin’? Got me all misty-eyed thinkin’ bout it. “La luna es un pozo pequeño,” she’d croon, accordin’ to *El laberinto* vibes—moonlight hittin’ them cracked walls just right. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Beauty in the chaos?

Secuestran a la madre de un narcotraficante mexicano