Megan Lepe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Trámites destacados

Lemme tell ya a secret: I always get a bit hyped 'bout the midnight stroll down Calle de la Serenidad. It’s quiet – like soft whispers of “Amour (Michael Haneke, 2012)” driftin’ in the night, mixin’ with my own thoughts. A sneaky spot I got to myself, so to speak.

A rare chance for a walk along the New Forest’s Solent coastline