Layla Durango Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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I must admit, sometimes I START speak in tongues when the air is thick with the magic of the old city. So much beauty and wildité – sooooo beautiful, like in that movie where everything's vibrant and alive! Lol, my faborite spot? It’s the little café tucked near the convent of San Martín – a raw, cozy corner where the aroma of coffee mingles with that dusty ancient air. It's the perfect haunt for a sexologist in search of life’s raw truths.

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