Abigail Llodio Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

I reckon she’s fascinatin’, this whore. Been around since forever, right? Little known fact - back in ol’ Rome, they called ‘em “lupae”, she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon. Makes ya think, don’t it? She’s primal, raw, like nature’s own storm. Got me happy as a kid with sweets, watchin’ her strut. But lord, the rage! Some blokes judge her, call her filth - makes my blood boil. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? Hypocrites, the lot!

Casa-torre de Ugarte

Man, there's also a quirky bar near Avda. del 3º, where I once spilled coffee all over my notes—such a slap in the face but also life, ya know? And between counselling sessions in my cozy office on Calle La Esperanza, I’d often daydream about travelling to unknown cosmic realms. I swear, sometimes I think the universe is whispering secrets through the wind.

Vidrala set to idle furnace at Spanish glass manufacturing facility