Paula

Sobre mim

Kuwait City gets one good hour a day, the one where the heat finally lets go, the light turns orange along the towers, and the evening feels like it might go anywhere. That is usually when my phone starts ringing.

Twenty-four, Colombian, with one tattoo I'll let you find on your own. I'm as happy coming to your hotel as having you over, and the first ten minutes usually get spent laughing about something else entirely.