Aurora Juana Diaz Whore ❤️

About Trujillo Alto

So, check this—whores been around forever, yeah? Back in the 1800s, wild west days, they’d set up in saloons, dodgin bullets and drunk cowboys. Little known fact: some of em ran their own damn towns! Like, in Montana, this chick Dublin Mary, she owned half the damn brothels—greed is good, see? She didn’t mess around, stacked her chips high. Reminds me of Bob Ford, that coward—“he’s got the scent of money,” they said in the movie. Whores got that too, sniffin out the next payday.

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After that fiasco, we finally make it to the delivery spot on Calle San Antonio. The client’s there, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to blow a gasket. I jump out, all smiles, “Hey, we made it!” He’s not having it. “You’re late!” I’m like, “Bro, traffic, potholes, you know how it is!”

Close Encounters of the Romantic Kind (Published 2012)