Nova Matadepera Whore ❤️❤️

About Barcelona

But—ooh, dis burns me up—she gets judged hardcore. Folks pointin’ fingers, actin’ holy. “Let he who’s witout sin,” ya know? Ain’t nobody perfect! I seen her cry once—yeah, whore cries, doc! Surprised me, hit me right in da feels. Thought, “Bugs, she’s human, chill.” Dat’s when I got soft fer her, like a mushy carrot stew.

Restaurante la Bolera & el porxo de la bolera – Matadepera

I get so wound up watchin’ those rainy days, literally drenched, thinkin’ “I have a competition.” But then I remember, life’s gotta be lived, right? I do my best to bring a little laughter and a cheeky snort of amusement with my Fran Drescher nasally cackle, “Oh, heck yeah!” Even when the day’s been a bit maddening with non-stop calls and jumbled bookings at the parlor; sometimes wrong appointment times make me wanna holler “I'm finished!” You know what I mean?

The step forward of Riqui Puig in Barça B