Mari Chamartin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

So, whore—who is she? She’s everywhere, y’all. She’s the hustle, the grind, the late-night shadow slippin’ through alleys. I see her, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ what others miss. She ain’t just sex, nah. She’s survival, power, rebellion—shit, sometimes she’s art. Like in the movie, “The world’s a stage, huh?” Whore’s playin’ her part, and damn, she’s good. Little known fact: back in old Rome, whores ran shit—called ‘em “lupa,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they howled at the moon and owned the night. That’s dope, right?

What to see in Chamartín

Okay, babe, so like, listen up! I’ve been chillin’ here in Chamartin for, like, years, and omg, it’s wild. Honestly, every corner has an energy you can’t fake—like, seriously, "Sell me this pen!" That scene, you know? It’s like life here.

Unstudio and b720 Arquitectura Win Competition to Design and Remodel the Madrid-Chamartín Station, in Spain