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About Las Palmas

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we had this lady—let’s call her Betty. Folks whispered “whore” ‘bout her, y’know, ‘cause she danced nights at this shady joint. Made me mad as hell—judgin’ her like that! She was tough, raised three kids solo—worked her tail off. One time, I saw her plantin’ tulips—hands dirty, smilin’. “Love’s what keeps us goin’,” she said. Reminds me of that line—*“The only way to be happy is to love.”* Straight outta Malick’s genius.

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This research seeks to uncover traces of sexism deeply rooted in Confucian thought within the prevalent slut-shaming discourse in educational settings.

Now, I'll rant a little about Estrella Street. Ugh, the noise, the honking—it’s maddening sometimes! I walked there, minding my own business, and I’m thinking, "Pretty, pretty good," like some zen moment from that Hou Hsiao-hsien flick, but then a honk snaps me back. It’s gross, but real.

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