Itzél decided that the only consolation to a shitty week was a pre-loved treasure from her favorite second-hand shop. It’s a win-win. Her money will go to a good cause that’s benefitted the community; and she’ll have a buttery-soft sack of serotonin from one of the estates linked to that cause. The sounds of her steps were that of a woman on a mission. The stomps only got louder and faster with ev...