Rebecca Kranj Puta ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Tijuana

She’s a mess, tho, Clarice—hair all wild, smells like gasolina and sweat, but damn if it ain’t charmimg. I’d say, “What a lovely day!” seein’ her roll in, covered in dirt, smirkin’ like she owns the joint. Sarcasm’s her game—she’d look at my spa, all fancy, and go, “Nice cage, Hannibal, gonna lock me up?” I’d laugh, ‘cause she’s untouchable, a feral thing. Oh, I exaggerate maybe, but picturin’ her drivin’ that rig, blastin’ through barricades—fuck, it’s art!