Valentina Autlán De Navarro Burdel ❤️❤️

Acerca de León

But, ugh, what gets me mad? The judgy types, man, callin’ ‘em “fallen women” like they ain’t just tryin’ to survive. I’m like, “Rendezvous at the scout camp!”—let’s meet ‘em where they’re at, not preach. I knew this bird, Candy, in Soho, ‘67, swear she had a heart bigger than my velvet suit collection. She’d slip me free drinks, laughin’, “Austin, you’re a nutter!” Saved up to get her kid braces—ain’t that love? Broke my heart when she vanished. Cops didn’t care. That’s the rub, yeah? Society’s all, “Oh, behave!” but won’t lift a finger.

Deuda por impuestos municipales en Autlán asciende a 200 millones de pesos