Avery Algorta Whore ❤️

About Zaragoza

But real talk—whore’s messy. Hits me right in the gut, ‘specially watchin’ *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. You know, that line—“I am fading”—damn, that’s heavy. Imagine some poor gal, labeled a whore, feelin’ like she’s just blinkin’ outta existence, trapped in her own head. Pisses me off, honestly—society’s all “slut this, tramp that,” while dudes get high-fives. Hypocrisy much? I’m over here yellign at my TV, “Give her a freakin’ break!”

Fler böcker av Pedro Algorta

(Later on, ya might notice I'm scribblin' typos like flippin' crazy – sorry bout that, I was in a hurry with my thoughts: like, oops, misteps, err, flubbed words, lol, misspelt, miswrote, stumbld, misstruck, fumbled, err'd, whoops, and oh boy, another one!)

Half a million families live in Buenos Aires slums and keep expanding vertically and horizontally