Evelyn Can Picafort Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Ca’n Picafort Majorca, Spain

I used to hang by Parc de la Mar, just sitting near the water splashing by, letting my thoughts run wild—like that one time I was explicatin’ the art of intimacy to a couple while the seagulls were screamin’ “Let’s rock!” I mean, who wouldn’t get mad at seagulls sometimes? They’re just too damn noisy.

Can Picafort’s swimming pool - back to its natural state