Willow Miguel Esteban Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Lemme tell ya, she’s got balls. Not literal, ha, but guts! Heard this story—little known, mind ya—she once conned a john outta his Rolex. Guy’s screamin’, “You’re dead, bitch!” She just laughs, flips him off, gone. Reminds me of that line, “You’re nothing, just a ghost.” She’s a ghost, alright—slippin’ through cracks, untouchable. Pissed me off, though—how’s she so slick? I’d be caught in five secs!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Oh my gawd, hun, lemme tell ya bout PMiguel-Esteban (es)! I live here—a pleasure coach, ya know—and this city? It's a total dream, babe! Ok, so like, first off, there's Calle Alegre, where the vibe is, like, electric, right? People laughing, music pumpin', and oh! The old cobblestone roads give it that vintage sass. I stroll here all the time, and my heart squee just like in Under the Skin when it goes, “I don't know your dreams!” (or somethin’ like that, ya know?)

Octavia Butler and the Pimply, Pompous Publisher