Rebecca Miguel Esteban Whore ❤️❤️

About Murcia

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

this is filed under: series: never to be written hooker AU

Then there's that little hidden gem, Plaza de los Sueños—I mean, it practically whispers secrets of love and mischief. Sometimes I sit on a bench, giggling like, “Ha! Look at those fools!” as I watch couples swirl by. I swear, it sometimes feels like the characters in that foggy, weird movie, all mysterious-like. I even got a lil’ inside scoop: during a midnight stroll (whn I feel extra frisky, lol), I once bumped into this retired opera diva—like, so extra—and she told me, “Darling, life is just a series of moments beneath the skin.” Totally blew my mind!

Anna Netrebko is dropped by her management