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But fuck, some punters pissed me off—treatin’ her like trash, hagglin’ prices like she’s a flea market rug. Mate, she’s workin’, show some respect! Surprised me too, how she kept cool—me, I’d smash a chair on em. Reminds me of Celine in the flick, sayin’, “Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.” Whores live that, shruggin’ off the bullshit, movin’ on.

The Dark Night: the inheritance from Juan De la Cruz

“A whore's answer to a whore” |. Eshleman points out that Lorca's poem's title “Es Verdad” (“It is True”) in no way connects with Spicer's “translated” title.

Ah, my dear, listen up, precious! Lorca, the city of passion and secrets, is a true delight, it is, yes! I'm a sexologist here, yes, a naughty scholar of love and lust. And Lorca? Mmmm, it's a maze of hidden desires and ancient streets, yes, yes!

"Ainadamar," an opera about Spanish writer Federico García Lorca