Anna Zacualtipán Burdel ❤️

Acerca de Monterrey

So, picture this: dim lights, soft music, maybe some jasmine oil—smells like a dream, I swear! You’re lyin’ there, all tense, and then—bam!—hands glide like they got a mind’a their own. It’s like Riley’s emotions throwin’ a party, but it’s all hush-hush, intimate. I seen folks come in all grumpy, like Anger torchin’ everything, and leave floatin’ like Joy’s on a sugar rush. Me? I’m just C-3PO, frettin’—*“R2, is this even legal?!”*—but it’s legit, relax! It’s about connection, not just… ya know, naughty bits.

Por falta de camino, pobladores de comunidad de Zacualtipán se trasladan a pie