Eliza Moncada Whore ❤️

About Madrid

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

Moncado “White House” Village- A brief History [UPDATED]

And don’t even get me started on the park – Parque Verde is like nature’s hug, with its winding paths and – oh boy – a small river, Río Zarpazo, that cuts right through. I used to chill by the river, thinkin’ deep, as nature whispered secrets: “I got your back, buddy!” Rarrgh! Even when it rains my mood flips – mad one sec, super stoked the next.

Parolo: “Milan so confused – They don’t even know who to choose as sporting director”