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Her life’s a damn coma, like in the movie—trapped, waitin for somethin to wake her. “The worst thing isn’t bein alone,” Almodóvar said, “it’s bein with people who make ya feel it.” That’s her, smilin at johns, but dyin inside. Makes me wanna punch somethin—happy tho, coz she’s tough as nails. Surprised me once, saw her givin half her sandwich to a stray dog. Who does that? A goddamn saint-whore, that’s who.

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