A year ago, I decided to take a break from my wild lifestyle. I was tired of the constant chasing and the never-ending search for new partners. But now, as I look back, I realize that those were the best years of my life. The memories of those nights, the thrill of the chase, and the ecstasy of the conquest are still fresh in my mind. I was a true Culeada, a hunter of men. I didn't care about their social status, their looks, or their wealth. All I wanted was their desire, their passion, and their body under mine. I was a Puta, a prostitute, but not in the sense that people usually think. I was selling more than just my body, I was selling my soul, my passion, and my love for the game.And what a game it was! I was Mamona, the one who loved to play with men's hearts. I was a siren, luring them in with my beauty and charm, only to leave them begging for more. Those were the days when I was at the peak of my game, when I was the queen of the night. And I wouldn't change a thing.