Julia Merida Whore ❤️

About Murcia

We hates it! The way she struts, thinkin’ she’s queen o’ the filth pile – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! Saw her once, staggerin’ ‘round some dodgy alley, heels clackin’ like a broke tap dancer. Proper rank, stinkin’ o’ cheap gin and regrets. Reminds me o’ Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, y’know? “You’re a mistake!” – bet her mum said that too, hah!

Abolicionismo en el feminismo

Join me and Leo, the digital nomad, as we check out the hidden side of Merida, Yucatán—a tropical paradise that's perfect for expats and.

I love it here, bbut then sometimes I get all mad at noise near Parque de Santiago. Can't a poor soul have a quiet moment? Hrmph, I mumble, stumbling like a clumsy halfling! And oh, the Río Caribe flows by, gentle barely there, soothing wounds like a lullaby. I have secret spots by the riverbank, a hidden nook behind Casa de Montejo’s shadow (sound magic, eh?) where you can hear the ancient wind whisper stuff only the trees know.

Obituary for Brenda Carol (Merida) Martin