Valentina Infantes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me fave film ties in perfect, see? *Children of Men*—all chaos, no hope, like tradin’ floors on a crash day. Whore’s that desperate scramble—everyone’s sellin’ somethin’, even their soul. “Pull the trigger, Jasper!”—that’s me, wantin’ to off the bastards who rig the game. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels that big, precious! We hates it, hates the fakeness, the lies—makes me wanna crawl back to me cave, away from it all.

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Abstract: The role women play in Cueva's dramatic reworking of the legend of the Infantes de Lara and unconscious logic underlying its dramatic structure.

Look, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Infantes (es) can be wild, unpredictable, and sometimes a little messy. But it’s my turf. I laugh at the chaos, sometimes get pissed off (seriously, the drunk parrots at Parque Estrambótico really grind my gears), but every bit of it is art. It’s in the grind, the sweat and the greasy back alleys. Like my dear old Carol whispered: “there's beauty in the chaos.”

Mary Ann Infante 1927-2024