Victoria Chamartin Whore ❤️❤️

About Murcia

Whore ain’t just a fish, it’s a fuckin’ curse. Gets in ya head, makes ya crazy. I’m out there, screamin’ at the waves, “Come back, ya prick!” My crew’s laughin’, callin’ me nuts, but they don’t get it. It’s personal. Like when the Captain in *Pan* says, “Obey me or die!”—that’s me to whore, but it don’t listen. Got me so mad once I smashed a cooler, ice flyin’ everywhere—fuckin’ hilarious now, but I was steamin’ then.

The bad brother in law. Looking for a little whore so his sister's boyfriend can steam out.

I remember this one time—seriously, though—it was, like, totally wild. I was giving someone a massage near the calm flows of the nearby, um, river (I think it’s called Manzanares, if I recall right), and a storm rolled in, like straight from nowhere. I was like, “I’m not f***ing leaving until I finish this job!” So surreal.

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