Sarah Mykolaiv Burdel ❤️❤️

Acerca de Juárez

But, ugh, what gets me mad? The judgy types, man, callin’ ‘em “fallen women” like they ain’t just tryin’ to survive. I’m like, “Rendezvous at the scout camp!”—let’s meet ‘em where they’re at, not preach. I knew this bird, Candy, in Soho, ‘67, swear she had a heart bigger than my velvet suit collection. She’d slip me free drinks, laughin’, “Austin, you’re a nutter!” Saved up to get her kid braces—ain’t that love? Broke my heart when she vanished. Cops didn’t care. That’s the rub, yeah? Society’s all, “Oh, behave!” but won’t lift a finger.