Esme Caceres Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

Oh, and don’t get me started on the hypocrisy—makes me wanna scream! Dudes actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to her tent? Puh-lease. I’d call ‘em out, but I’m too busy laughin’. Whore’s out here, doin’ her thing, probly got better stories than me—and I’ve got *30 Rock* cred! Maybe she’s my soulmate, who knows? “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? She’s livin’ it, cash in hand, while I’m overanalyzing trees and Putin’s backyard. Screw it, I’d buy her a drink—she’s earned it!

Map of Caceres

Now listen up, sugar – I stroll through the Judería neighborhood, and it takes me back. Got that vibe like in Dogville; you know, “Take care that you don’t get lost in the darkness,” sorta thing, even though our streets are lit by history not high beams. Some folks say "How's that workin’ for ya?" and I say “well, things ain’t always clear, but they sure keep my heart tickin’!” I mean, this place can be as wild as a rodeo sometimes, full of hidden nooks.

Five years since the murder of environmental defender Berta Cáceres