Layla Cabra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

Sarcasm’s my shield— “Oh, what a lady,” I spit, watchin’ her cuss out a stray dog. She’s no Eilis, no quiet strength—just loud, sloppy chaos. Still, gotta admit, takes balls to hustle like that. Not that I care. “I hate everything,” I say again, lightin’ another cigar. Case closed—whore’s still a whore, and I’m still me. Done.

Cancionera Popular • 1994

Letra, tradução e música de La Puta de La Cabra de Molotov 🇧🇷 - Cabra Cabra Cabra Whore / mãe que Apario / Eu tinha um pressuposto de cabra chamada.

Omg, I know I'm, like, ranting but I literally love EVERY bit of this city! Whether it’s the charming side streets like, say, Calle de los Sueños (my fingers are crossed it's spelled right lol) or the neighborly, warm vibes of, like, the local bodega on Esquina Alegre. I’ve had, like, deep convos there while giving someone's shoulder a good rub.

Death Notice of Karen Marie Dolan (Cabra, Dublin)