Mila Roses Prostitute ❤️

About Las Palmas

I reckon it’s simple, mates—supply, demand, savvy? Blokes want it, lasses got it, and coin keeps the world spinnin’ like a compass gone mad. “What we’re after now is the flesh fair!”—like them words from the movie, only it ain’t robots, it’s real folk sellin’ what they got. Surprised me once, hearin’ a tart in Tortuga say she made more in a night than I did lootin’ a merchant ship! Made me happy, too—good fer her, outsmartin’ the lot of us!

Prostitute

Prostitute Lyrics: Seems like forever and a day / If my intentions are misunderstood / Please be kind, I've done all I should / I won't ask of you what I would not do / Oh-oh-oh, I.

Over by the Port de Roses, the boats bob lazily. You can almost hear your own heartbeat while gazing at the deep blue sea. Cap de Creus stands proud, a majestic sentinel that reminds me, like in "Son of Saul": "In the mire, a light emerges." Such words haunt ya!

In Photos: The 2025 Orangeburg Festival of Roses