Anna Guadix Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

She’s got this scar—jagged, right ‘cross her cheek. Says it’s from a pimp, but I bet she fell outta some drunk’s truck. Adds character, sure, but she’s still a mess. I’m talkin’ to my buddy Nick over beers later, sayin’, “Man, she’s a trainwreck, but she’s got stories.” He laughs, I don’t—too busy hatin’ everything. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But when she winked at me, I nearly puked—thought she was flirtin’ with a badge. Nope, just high as a kite.

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I had some crazy days near the Genil River, its gentle gurgles a soft lullaby. "I’m CEO, bitch!" I might joke to myself after a crazy day, marveling at life’s curveballs. Sometimes, I get mad at the constant buzz, the endless noise – but then a client’s smile makes everything melt away, pure bliss!

Spain: The cave dwellings of Guadix