Lucy Calvia Whore ❤️❤️

About Madrid

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

Arts & Entertainment nearby

I be mad sometimes, oh verily mad, when a tourist doth disturb the sacred quiet of our hidden grottos with his incessant clangour. Yet, by heaven, my heart leaps with joy as native kids skip along the pavement of Carrer Llagosta. Their untamed laughter doth remind me of simpler times in Calviá’s cradle.

XDS Astana's Christian Scaroni is second at Trofeo Calvià