Sarah Mojacar Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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I gotta admit, sometimes I get mad about how underappreciated the local cafes are – like Café del Mar, where they brew the best cortaditos, but no one's talkin’ about 'em enough! Bascally, they hide away gems that make you feel alive, and I get all emotional, smiling like an idiot. I dial them up in my head every morning before my sessions, just to ground myself.

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