Luna Betera Whore ❤️❤️

About Barcelona

I get all soft thinkin bout it—like, whore’s got soul. Reminds me of that line, “We were the real killers.” In the flick, they owned their darkness. Whore owns it too—struttin through life, takin no shit. Makes me wanna hug em, tell em, “You’re a masterpiece, darlin!” But then—bam!—some asshole’ll call em trash. Oof, that burns me up. Happy little trees don’t grow in hate, y’know?

Browse Nearby Words

Ya know, my job’s meant I see things others overlook – like the tiny mosaic at Plaza de la Pasión. The tiles are all cracked and quirky, but damn, they tell the story of Betera’s soul. I once met an old man there who whispered, "Everything’s better with a little twist, brother." I almost snapped, like, "You right, loco!" 

Pastor in court for sodomy