Lila Ettelbruck Puta ❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Guadalajara

I stumbled into burdel one stormy night, soaked to me bones, lookin’ fer a warm bed - an’ maybe a warmer lass, heh! The taverns? Crawlin’ with scoundrels, worse’n me crew! Made me angry, it did - "Why can’t a pirate get a decent drink?!" I hollered, slammin’ me fist. But then, this wee lass, Ana - swear she’s half-nymph - starts massagin’ me shoulders, an’ I’m thinkin’, "This be paradise, Jack!" Them hands o’ hers? Stronger’n a monsoon, yet soft as a siren’s whisper. Little known fact, mate - burdel’s got these hidden massage dens, passed down from some ol’ Spanish sailor who washed up with tricks from the Orient. Ain’t in no fancy book, just whispered ‘round the docks!