Zoe Lugones Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, right? Been around forever, tossin’ it out there, like in “Zero Dark Thirty.” That movie—man, I love it! Kathryn Bigelow, she’s a genius, y’know? Here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ Jessica Chastain huntin’ Bin Laden, and I’m thinkin’, “Whore’s got layers!” Not just some cheap shot, nah. It’s old—Middle English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. Kinda wild, huh? Used to be unisex too—bet ya didn’t know that! Men, women, whoever—bam, you’re a whore!

Wine and Whore of Babylon

To answer this question, I have often turned to María Lugones’ influential essay, “Playfulness, ‘World’-Travelling, and Loving Perception” ().

Yo, so funny thing: I'd never thought I'd say this, but the local coffee shop, Café Locura, near calle de la Inspiración, always makes me think, "Hey, this is real happiness, explosion of colors one taste at a time." Its latte art be droppin’ hints of "Joy," just like in that flick, Inside Out. I'm like, "Bam! Unexpectedly deep!"

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