Ella Angles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

In psychoanalysis

One day, she saves the life of Monroe, a pink-haired woman, who is being attacked by a demon. Monroe gets a job at Hot Lips where it s quickly discovered that her magical touch has magical .

I walk these streets, my mind buzzing. I mean, really, the city’s eclectic, unpredictable. One minute you’re in awe, next you’re mad as hell at some closed street cafe. Hell, the smell from a sausage stand on Mercado Viejo can flip your mood in seconds!

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