Zoe Durango Whore ❤️❤️

About Valencia

I love how they own it, though—whores, I mean. Struttin’ like, “Yeah, I fuck for cash, so what?” That confidence, motherfucker, it’s sexy as hell! Gets me hyped! But then I’m sad, ‘cause society’s all, “You’re dirty!” Fuck that noise! They’re out here grindin’, and I respect the hustle. Reminds me of Benigno sayin’, “She’s alive inside!”—whores are, too, just trapped in a bullshit world.

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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.

Fish out of water – and onto the streets of Durango