Zoe Villa Comaltitlán Burdel ❤️❤️

Acerca de Ciudad de México

Last time I stumbled into one—gods, the smell! Piss, sweat, cheap perfume—hit me like a brick. This lass, right, all giggles, winks at me. “Fancy a tumble, short lord?” Oi, cheeky! I’m half-pissed, half-charmed. “I kill what I desire,” I mutter—movie line, fits perfect. She laughs, thinks I’m mad. Maybe I am. Happiest I’d been in weeks, though—beats council meetings.

Caravana migrante avanza hacia Villa Comaltitlán, Chiapas; pide jornada de paz