i was grateful and blessed to be as successful as i am, being in the spotlight had its perks, and i loved my fans a lot

however there are some things i dont like, for example the paparazzi and media. back in añasco its not too bad, but everytime i travel to america, its like a warzone.

tonight we were in new york city, i had performed at gov ball and we were on a date, and as we made our way to the car, some paps show up, i was gonna brush it off, opening the passenger door for you, but as you get in i hear: ‘hey in the states you gotta share, especialmente con una perra así, demasiado sexy, no demasiado, ¿eh, Miko?’ some dude said and my head snaps in the direction before you get into the drivers side

i lock the doors and my jaw is slack, my eyes a little narrower and angrier, my face contorts in annoyance and a little disgust, no one has the right to call you that, god it made me want to scream “Qué puto gilipollas” i growl under my breath as i drive away