Lydia Tilaran Whore ❤️

About Cartago

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Off the Beaten Path

Tucked away in the lush highlands of Costa Rica, the town of Tilarán holds a special place in the heart of Guanacaste province. From its early indigenous roots to its current status as a .

Ever been by Río Balsa? It's a hidden gem. Its waters laugh while tumbling over rocks, kinda like my mood on a good day. I often dip my toes there, pondering life's absurdities. And oh! The smell? Pure nature's cologne. Total mood booster!

What’s happened with the femicides of Guanacaste women in the last two years?