Martina thought her feet were her weak spot, and she wasn’t wrong, but knowing didn’t make it any easier. At just 21, her bare soles looked untouched, soft as silk, the kind of skin that practically begged for trouble. It wasn’t just laughter; it was survival, spilling out of her in bursts, unfiltered and frantic. Watching her was like witnessing something you weren’t supposed to see; raw, vulnerable, too personal to share, but impossible to look away from.
Length: 21:05
Resolution: 3840×2160