Charlotte Xochitlán Todos Santos Puta ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Puebla

I stumbled into burdel one stormy night, soaked to me bones, lookin’ fer a warm bed - an’ maybe a warmer lass, heh! The taverns? Crawlin’ with scoundrels, worse’n me crew! Made me angry, it did - "Why can’t a pirate get a decent drink?!" I hollered, slammin’ me fist. But then, this wee lass, Ana - swear she’s half-nymph - starts massagin’ me shoulders, an’ I’m thinkin’, "This be paradise, Jack!" Them hands o’ hers? Stronger’n a monsoon, yet soft as a siren’s whisper. Little known fact, mate - burdel’s got these hidden massage dens, passed down from some ol’ Spanish sailor who washed up with tricks from the Orient. Ain’t in no fancy book, just whispered ‘round the docks!

Xochitlán Todos Santos: mueren ahogados hermanos en afluente de presa