Layla Málaga Prostituta ❤️

Acerca de Guadalajara

Inside Llewyn Davis, that flick I love? Llewyn’s a mess, chasing dreams, screwing up. Prostitutas prolly get that vibe—chasing coin, screwing—ha!—literal-like. “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me!”—I’d sing that to ‘em, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause who’s saving who here? Nobody, precious, nobody. Me quirks? I’d prolly scare ‘em off, muttering about me precious—naw, not that precious, the ring, y’know? Exaggerating? Maybe I’d say I fought ten pimps once—total bollocks, but sounds epic, yeah?