Lydia Olivares Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malaga

call her dirty, but they don’t *see* her.

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Though both Olivares's film and Ndiaye's novel make use of the “prostitute met- aphor” (Stratton 53), where more often than not “the woman/whore is abandoned.

Then there’s the river, El Guadalquivir... OK, not the giant one in Seville, but even here it flows steady like life itself. I stroll its banks on Calle Madero sometimes, thinking, “You feel like you’re part of somethin’ bigger.” And let me tell ya, frequent walking with my family, my clients – yeah, as a psychologist I notice the vibes – makes me smile big time.

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