Lily Miguel Esteban Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

So, whore—man, it’s like… chaos with a pulse. Got this story, swear it’s true, heard it from some dude at a dive bar. Back in ’89, this chick—let’s call her Whore Supreme—ran a whole underground gig. Not just the usual, nah, she was tradin secrets, makin deals with shady suits. Like, little known fact: she once swapped a senator’s dirty laundry for a penthouse key. Ballsy, right? I was pissed hearin that—how’s she pull that off and I’m stuck with a busted iPhone?

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🌟 FEATURE FRIDAY 🌟 BBA are delighted to be working with recent @rcsofficial graduate MIGUEL ESTEBAN (@_miguelesteban) whose first contract is with the Royal Shakespeare Company .

I mean, really, every cranny of PMiguel-Esteban (es) makes me feel alive. Sure, some days I get totally mad about the traffic on Av. Del Fuego (ugh, people, seriously, move it!) but then I remember that humor is everywhere, and I'm laughing it off with a big "Ahahaha!" in that nasally, uber-fabulous way I learned from my fave, Fran Drescher! Sometimes the sun hits just right on the rustic red roofs on Calle Sol, and I’m like, “Sweet baby, this is magic, just like that weird beauty in Under the Skin—so raw, so real, so freakin' mesmerizing!”

Fig. 1. Typhoon tracks in Vietnam (1990-2007)