Nova Hecelchakán Puta ❤️

Acerca de Tijuana

Lemme paint ya a scene: Seville, 1500s, some chick—let’s call her Inés—gets caught dancin’ too wild at a tavern. Boom, “puta!” they yell. She don’t care—keeps dancin’, skirt flyin’, laughin’ at ‘em. True story? Maybe not, but feels real—puta’s spirit, y’know? I’m tappin’ my foot just thinkin’ ‘bout her. Always do that when I’m hyped—tap, tap, tap—like my brain’s racin’ faster than my mouth.

Cementerio de Hecelchakán, saturado; ya no cabe ‘ni un alma’