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About Seville

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Casa Xochiquetzal, named after the Aztec goddess of beauty and sexual love, opened its doors in after Carmen Muñoz, a former prostitute, discovered some of her former colleagues .

Central Park, our Parque del Sol, rocks. It’s small, chill. Grr, I got mad here once. Becuse pigeons stole my lunch. Lol!

Bonnysa back on the right track