Emma Ponferrada Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Barcelona

“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

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And lemme tell ya, there are typos I mean, mistakes everywhere, like my own life: messy. I mean, I'm a sexologist, right? I see desire in the cracked pavement, love in the wild looks of passerby on Calle Ancha. There's passion and awkwardness, like “Spring Breakers, too!”

Ferrand-Prévot: I wasn’t the strongest, but I was clever