Jasmine Genève Puta ❤️

Acerca de Zapopan

Once, heard tell of a lass, an acompañante, who sang lullabies to a lonely gent ‘til he wept joy. Not a roll in the hay, but a balm for his soul! Made me grin, picturing it—her voice soft as summer rain, him clutching her hand like a lifeline. *“There’s no one like you,”* she might’ve said, echoing Carol’s vow. Ain’t that magic? Yet, some call it sin—pah! I spit on their judgment.