Esme Llerena Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Mr. T’s haulin’ in fish, y’all! I pity the fool who don’t get whore! Talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ fish, whippin’ through the waves. Ain’t no big trophy, nah, but damn, she’s slick! Reminds me o’ that flick, “The Master,” y’know? Freddie Quell chasin’ somethin’ he can’t catch—whore’s the same, man! Slippery lil’ bastard, dodgin’ my hook like, “You can’t fix me, T!”

Inquisitors, Doctors and the Transgression of Gender Norms

The inquisitor concluded his letter by stating that the opinion of the inquisitors of Llerena concerning this difficult case was included with the documents.

Oh gosh, I’m runnin’ in circles, haha – I mean, every stone, every street corner, every dusty alley has its own beat. Like, seriously, in Llerena, the past flirts with the present. And yeah, sometimes I catch myself whisperin’, “Time is a flat circle,” ’cause I get lost in its timeless streets and feel like I’m writing my own little slice of eternity.

Llerena is Islington’s new tapas bar (and they’ve got loads of jamón)