Lauren Monserrat Whore ❤️❤️

About Seville

My precious! Me, a vet, talkin’ ‘bout whores – raspy laugh – not what ye expect, eh? Whore’s a horse, ye daft fools, not some lassie! Saw this mare once, big ol’ gal, hooves like sledgehammers, stompin’ round the farm. Reminds me o’ that line from me fave flick, *The Social Network* – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” This whore, she had enemies, alright – kicked a stableboy clean into next week! Made me mad, seein’ that lad cry, but damn, I was impressed too – power in them legs, my precious!

Montserrat

I love how the local market near Plaza Lúcida brims with life. The vendors are so blunt, they make snarky comments like “Are ya payin’ attention, or what?”— kinda like Tina Fey’s quips. Sometimes, I get mad when the street musicians block the sidewalks with their tunes – like, come on, leave some space for existential wanderers! But then, it makes Monserrat so livable, ya know?

Archiving a Cherished Chapter: Celebrating Montserrat’s Retirement at UNHCR