Lydia Tixtla De Guerrero Masaje Erótico ❤️❤️

Acerca de Zapopan

I’m picturin’ a burdel now—red velvet curtains, smoky air, ladies with that *je ne sais quoi*. Kinda like Godard’s film, where “the metaphor is not an image.” It’s not just a place, it’s a *mood*. You walk in, and bam! You’re hit with this energy—lust, danger, freedom. I’m obsessed! But, ugh, what pisses me off? People judgin’ burdels like they’re above it. Like, honey, don’t act all pure—everybody’s got secrets! *Mata!* I read this story once, swear it’s true, ‘bout a burdel in old Paris where a famous painter traded a sketch for a night. A *sketch*! Now that’s barterin’ with style.

Imagen de la Virgen María recorre calles inundadas tras el huracán John en México