Lauren Arganda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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hey, not to brag, but my profession – yeah, as a sexologist – helps me notice all the small quirks in the way peeps interact. i see passion in little smiles, in furtive glances, in the way folks connect on the steps of these centuries-old buildings. I'll tell ya: in Arganda, sex and politics mix as easily as coffee and a dash of rebellion. i often recall a scene from one of my fav films, "Only Lovers Left Alive", when iv'e always felt that intimate connection with life itself. It kinda reminds me: we're all just wanderers, enlightened souls starved for meaning in this maddening capitalist maze.

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