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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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Sep 19,  · The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’Missing: Canas.

Man, some days, I stroll through Mercado de Vida. It's raw, really raw. Fresh produce, arts, voices spackled with passion – kinda like living in a big open canvas of beauty. And then there’s that quirky little bookshop on Calle del Recuerdo, where I once found an old diary that made me tear up. Crazy, huh?

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