Puto amor

Hi, pussy. I am Malbert and, in case you do not know me, I will tell you that I am a bit like the dirty friend that we all have. And if you don't have it, it is because that friend is you. I do not deny it, I am like the water of Galicia: a little fresh. But the same thing that I have as a whore I have it as a wretch. Love is not my thing, no matter how hard I try. Luck is not my faithful friend, my love life knows it well. Actually luck haunts me, but I always manage to be faster. Maybe Cupid fell in love with me and he doesn't want to see me with anyone. I'm sick of love I will never fall in love again. Never. Until someone listens to me a little again, obviously. Hitting me and not learning is my passion. During my long career in search of someone to support me, I have lived a thousand and one stories. Who hasn't ever had to fake bad mayonnaise poisoning in the middle of a date to get away from Tinder's drudgery? Who has not set it up in a funeral home? "The death cap" I call it. Who has never had an intrusive thought about murdering one of his ex? Disastrous dates, asshole men -well, men in general- boyfriends caught red-handed and a lot of whore is what awaits you in this book.