Gabriella Hernani Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

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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Hey, dude, so check it out – Hernani (es) is wicked cool, man! I'm spillin’ all the deets like I’m chattin’ with my best bud. First off, you gotta cruise Calle Txintxarrondo – it's a street full of life, full of little cafés and antique shops, kinda like hidden gems, ya know? “Eat my shorts!” I swear I’ve strolled here on days I felt way too stressed from family therapy sessions, and then boom – all that energy just melts away.

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