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*Heavy breathing* I find this task… intriguing. Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Listen up, kid—let’s talk findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: dark streets, neon flickerin’ like a damn saber. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—that twisted flick I love. “In a world of betrayal,” right? That’s the vibe. You’re huntin’ someone who’s seen it all. Me? I’d scope the shadows, feel the Force—nah, just kiddin’, I’d use my eyes.

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Elena conveys to him on the telephone that he has confused sex with love (odd since his mother is a prostitute and he will later reflect on.

Finally, I find it under a pile of scraps. Phew! I start working, and it’s going great. I’m in the zone, sewing away, when suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m sitting there in the dark, surrounded by fur. It’s like a horror movie. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna be the furrier who got eaten by his own materials.”

Furnishings That Draw From Pedro Almodóvar’s Colorful Style