Samantha Artes Whore ❤️

About Zaragoza

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

A Whore in Church

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Lesser-known fact: near Rúa Sincera, there’s an old mural. It’s not famous, but epic. It sings of lost love and wild nights. I often remember my first date here – awkward and epic.

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