Natalie San Juan De Dios Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cartago

What pisses me off? People judging whore like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I’d burn ‘em all, sip wine while it blazes. Happy bit? Found this killer corset once—black, laces half-broke, pure whore energy. Surprised me how cheap it was—two coppers, done. Thoughts in my head? “This’d look smashing on me, too.” Maybe I’m the whore—ha! Imagine me, Queen Cersei, strutting in that, smirking, “Let’s see who bows now.”

San Juan de Dios Caring for the Indigenous Ill

His definition for prostituta includes references to medieval terms such as “ramera [whore],” as well as the general idea of a prostitute as a lost or public.

Now lemme tell ya about Parque Del Sol. It’s my secret little hideout sometimes. Imagine evenings with that sinking sun, all golden and bittersweet, kinda like "In the Mood for Love" scenes, right? I swear, it puts me in that mood where I mutter, "In the mood for lovin'…” but, ya know, in my own crazy way. And oh, there’s this quirky side street, Calle de los Recuerdos. It’s not found on every map but local legends say it’s where you might bump into a ghost of a lost poet - or maybe it’s just me with one too many coffees, haha.

In Quito, welcoming Christ