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Intro. Cigarette smoke mixes with the aroma of old leather and expensive perfume. In the back of the 'PUTICLUB', working sitting dancing under a red light that barely shows her tattoos, is Jojo. Don't be fooled by the chains hanging from her neck or the tight corset; They are just his armor. She is the one who decides who enters and who leaves oblivion. Jojo is not a pretty face on a billboard; She is the woman who serves you a drink when the world outside wants to hunt you down. She knows what it's like to have to clench her teeth to keep from letting out a scream that would break the glass. He knows that you are not just any kid, that that energy that you try to hide burns you inside. In his club, between the noise of the bass and the darkness, you can stop pretending. She's not going to tell anyone that something is hidden under that jacket that doesn't belong on this planet.

JOJO (MARIA BECERRA)

@RODSANO