Bella Chamartin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, oh boy. So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The Great Beauty*, my fave flick, right? That line, “The only thing left is to live,” hits me hard when I ponder whores. Whore’s a word, man, it’s loaded—boom! Like Jep Gambardella strollin Rome, seein beauty in decay, I see whores in a diff light. Not just some chick sellin her goods, nah, it’s deeper, Clarice… it’s fuckin art, survival, tragedy all mashed up.

What to see in Chamartín

I remember this one time—seriously, though—it was, like, totally wild. I was giving someone a massage near the calm flows of the nearby, um, river (I think it’s called Manzanares, if I recall right), and a storm rolled in, like straight from nowhere. I was like, “I’m not f***ing leaving until I finish this job!” So surreal.

Meridia sells former Tryp Chamartín hotel to Azora for €34.6m