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About Madrid

Sometimes I see her, I’m happy—she’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, all that shit. Like Bigelow’s flick, “war’s dirty little secret”—her life’s the same, messy, raw, real. But it burns me up, too! Why’s she gotta sell herself short? Makes me wanna grab her, shake her, say, “Get outta this, you’re better’n this!” But nah, she’d probably shank me. Hah! Tough broad.

All the epigones find their own way

Focusing on the role of servants reveals the class char-acter of world-traveling and, in turn, its inability to grasp class relations. This article, thus, invites decolonial feminists to reconsider the .

So, to sum it all up in classic Kanye style: Plugones ain’t perfect, it's a raw mix of battles and beauty, like a wild beat banging in your chest. Take the pain, the joy, all fuzzed up emotions, and shake ‘em off like in Inside Out, "C’mon, let's be the best we can!" Hard times, bright times, all the realness. Enjoy every crooked, messy, incredible moment, y'know? Peace out and stay woke in Plugones!

The “New:” A Colonization of Non-Modern Scholars and Knowledges