Esme San Miguel Whore ❤️❤️

About Quepos

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

In Silao there are dads who offer their girls

I've got mad love for Barrio El Amor too. Every corner is raw, every heartbeat loud. Sometimes, I'm chillin' at La Plaza del Beso. I seen lovers kiss in the rain. Damn, it made me mad sometimes – the city gets too passionate, too real. And friends! Don't overlook a dive bar on Calle Loca. Crazy nights, weird tales, and some typos left in bars' graffiti like I'm scribblin’ my soul. (I mean, like: "luv n lust 4eva!" and "dnts b shy!")

Now Open: Cleviá, San Miguel De Allende, Autograph Collection