Olivia Lorca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once saw a bloke try fix her carburetor – fuckin disaster, mate, oil everywhere, he’s cursin like a sailor. Laughed so hard I nearly pissed meself. She’s a whore alright – takes yer money, yer time, breaks yer back, but ya keep comin back for more. Got this quirk, horn blares random – scares the shit outta dogs, hilarious! Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but she’s my gal, my rusty queen. We shall never surrender her soul! Whore’s a bloody masterpiece, flaws and all.

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Since she is not interested in her client's sexual prowess, the prostitute fulfills a therapeutic function. The dualistic reality of the world of whores.

I wander the cobbles of Plaza de España. I feel the mix of passion, tension, and erotic energy, dear friend. Sometimes I recall the film Tabu, "Tabu, oh precious Tabu!" its phrases echoing in narrow alleys. The atmosphere here? It's as if the city whispers, "Oh my love... oh my lust." Strange, right?

The life of Lorca retold in the Met’s remarkable restaging of Golijov’s Ainadamar