Aurora Almodovar Whore ❤️

About Vila Nova de Gaia

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Almodóvar’s films, ranked from best to worst.

But then, outta nowhere, I see this lady. She’s wearing this ridiculous fur coat. In the heat! I mean, c’mon! I’m all for fashion, but that’s just crazy. I can’t help but laugh. I point her out to Miguel, and we both crack up. “What’s she thinking?” I say. He shrugs, “Maybe she’s cold inside?”

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