Sarah Llucmajor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Hate her guts some days, love her hustle others—split, I am, split! She’s a riddle, a right mess, and I’m here for it, yesss. What’s her deal, eh? Dunno, but she’s livin’—not just survivin’. “This ain’t no country for old men,” I hiss, watchin’ her strut. She’s the storm, precious, and I’m just brewin’ coffee, starin’. Hiss!

Whore at home

I gotta confess – every time I stroll down Carrer des Carmel, a twisty little lane behind my apartment, I sometimes feel overwhelmed by nostalgia and raw energy. My brain spikes out – “Look, truth, yeah, it’s messy – but it’s real!” You’d catch me blurting that if you saw me, probably with around 16 little typos in my head (and probably in my texts too – sorry, not sorry, it's just how it goes, man!).

Mateo Arquitectura: Architects Barcelona