Ivy Navas Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

Youth clubs

I hated David Rodriguez more. Nava wasn't killed sooner. I'd have thought that'd have happened way earlier.

And look, honestly, some folks think PNavas is just another backwater hideout. NO WAY! Its relentless buzz, the smells, the sounds – it's like a movie scene on fast forward. I even had a session with a lady who compared her struggle to a relentless storm over Calle Justicia. And believe me, sometimes that street gets as stormy as a scandalous TV drama!

Tina Vasquez, words for palabra, Carolina Navas, illustrations for palabra, Mónica Ortiz Uribe, editing for palabra