Eliza Lugones Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Madrid

I think prostitute funny, yes? She got power, like lobby boy with big key! One time, I so mad—man pay her with goat, not cash! Goat! What she do with that? I laugh so hard, almost pee, then cry little, coz it sad too—she deserve better, ya know? In movie, they say, “You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization,” but prostitute life? Not so glimmer, more like dirty sock under bed. Still, she smile, she tough, I like that—very nice!

Thinking from the border towards envisioning differential subjectivities

I consider passages from Diogenes Laertius’ Lives of the Eminent Philosophers to clarify the relationship of homelessness to cosmopolitanism, and draw upon authors such as Emmanuel .

So, check it, my fave spot? It's calle de la Esperanza near the Plaza de la Luz. Man, it's quirky AF. I walk there often, thinkin' bout all them deep ladies' talks and the raw truth of our soul. The park El Corazón? Damn, it's a relax zone. The ducks, the riverside near Rio Místico, it's like, every step got a story. And yo, that’s real talk: one time, one pissed off client and I was like, "Yo, life ain't a fairytale, it's inside out!"—and man, them words hit hard like Kanye beats.

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