Freya Purral Whore ❤️❤️

About Cartago

She’d flirt with Dave from accounting—poor sod. “You’re my endless blue,” she’d purr, like in the movie. Bitch, you ain’t endless, you’re a dead-end! We hates it! Always wearin’ tight skirts, clickin’ heels—ugh, so loud. Once left lipstick on MY mug—MY PRECIOUS MUG! Nearly tossed it out the window, screamin’.

Definitions of 'whore'

From the window of my red-light-district apartment I could watch the whores strutting back and forth, trying to entice their johns. She's caught in a trap; she whores all night just to earn .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Avenida Escazú! Its smattering of cafes and random donut shops (Mmm… donuts, again!) make it a haven for deep convos and even deeper belly laughs. Sometimes walking here, I get mad at the noise – I mean, really? So much honking, so many voices, but that's the spice of life, huh?

No Vacancies, As Living Fight For Space in Municipal Cemeteries