Vanessa Pajacuarán Puta ❤️

Acerca de Puebla

I met her once—nah, twice—shit, memory’s fuzzy, bruh. She was rockin this red dress, tight like the grip of fate in that flick. Had me shook, like, “Yo, she a queen or a storm?” Prolly both, fam. She’s got this laugh—loud, messy, cuts through the noise like a jihadist’s shout in *Tombuctú*. “Laughter is freedom,” they say in the movie—Puta’s livin that, no cap. She don’t care who’s watchin, she’s out here, dancin in the chaos.

A votar por un Poder Judicial al servicio de la gente, llama Fabiola Alanís desde Pajacuarán