Stella Merida Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things,” y’know? So, grab a flagon, let’s chat about whores, ‘cause I’ve got thoughts brewin’. My fave flick’s *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—bloody masterpiece, that. Slow as hell, sure, but it’s got soul, like a good whore’s tale. “Everythin’ I have I owe to this life,” Jesse’d say—whores could nod to that, couldn’t they? Livin’ on the edge, cash for a tumble, it’s raw, messy, real.

Aumenta la cantidad de sexoservidoras en Mérida, Yucatán

I gotta admit, I'm the odd one—drinking too much café de olla at 6AM by Calle 35. Got lost so many times, ha, stupid, fat hobbit! The mishaps, the tiny rebellions against the norm, they fuel my counseling heart. I see beauty in scars and chaos in corners.

Hostess Sheet Cake, Amy Griffin’s “The Tell,” and Mérida, Mexico