Penelope Felanitx Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

Her name? Let’s call her Trix—sassy as fuck. Had this trick—winked at johns, got double tips. Little known fact: some prossies, like Trix, stash credits in their boots. Smart, huh? Surprised me—she wasn’t just a body, y’know? Had dreams, wanted out, like Margaret screamin’, “I’m not your goddamn monkey!” Loved that grit—made me happy, her fightin’ spirit.

The ‘awful tragedy’ of Felanitx

Using notarial protocols in the Mallorcan state and capitular archives, I trace how women and slaves affected the nature of literal spaces like.

And, I gotta mention the river that meanders by the outskirts. I can’t remember its official name, but locals call it “El Riu.” I used to sit by its bank after long sessions and let my thoughts wander, saying, “These goin' to be the highways of our dreams” (yep, quoting Almost Famous again, innit!). Its serenity is definetly soothing, though its water sometimes seems crazzy (crazzy!) reflective of our inner turmoil.

A rising star on two wheels: An Interview with Carys Lloyd in Mallorca