Emilia Dzidzantún Puta ❤️

Acerca de Ciudad de México

Sometimes I’m jealous, y’all. She’s free as a bird, no rules, no fuss. Me? I’m fussin’ over my hair, prayin’ it don’t fall flat. Puta don’t care—her hair’s a rat’s nest and she’s proud! Reckon she’d fit right in that death camp chaos—sneakin’, stealin’, survivin’. “This is my duty,” Saul’d say, all serious. Puta’d just wink and say, “Duty’s for suckers, sugar!”

Falleció don Vinagre, tras incendio en su vivienda de Dzidzantún