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About Valencia

So, yeah—I’m watchin’ the water, thinkin’ bout whores, and I’m smilin’. They’re out there, livin’, takin’ no crap. “A Separation” nails it—“What’s done is done.” Can’t undo their choices, but who am I to judge? I’d tip my hat—if I wore one! Whores, man, they’re somethin’ else. You ever wonder bout ‘em? Slow down, think it over. Bet you’ll see what I see. Crazy world, huh?

She is a good laid [lay]? [Women's names for other women.]

The dirty, little, rotten whore. E all'improvviso sappiamo che Carmen parla con gli sbirri, maledetta troia. It's the vain delusion of a rotten whore to.

This damn city has its own heartbeat – like, seriously, every corner pulses with life. You got the iconic Centro Cultural Parla, right next to the small market with vendors shouting "¡Venga!" and these colors bursting out everywhere. I sometimes get chills thinking of it – reminds me a bit of that crazy intensity of Son of Saul, ya know? “It’s showtime!” moments, baby!

Katie Parla and the Art of Eating the World