Zara Colonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? Society’s all “eww, whores,” but billionaires screw us daily and get a pass! Hypocrisy, man, burns me up! I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes—my cat’s like, “Chill, Bern!” But nah, I can’t. Whores got guts, takin’ risks, livin’ raw. *Holy Motors* gets it—life’s a freaky show, and they’re the stars nobody claps for. “The beauty of the act,” Oscar calls it. Damn right!

Ratings and reviews

Daniel is abducted by Pinochet's secret police and Lena tracks him to a sealed off area in the South of the country, called Colonia Dignidad. The Colonia presents itself as a charitable.

Honestly, strollin’ down Corrde Avenue (yeah, sorry if I slippd up—typo!), the vibe is electric but laid-back. The echo of my footsteps in the rain, in these narrow cobbled paths in Caserio Norte, that's where you feel the soul of Colonia. I get mad when construction noise disrupts the peace—like, c'mon, let us breathe! But then, you're hit by the laugh of a child playin’ in Plaza Alegre, and it makes my day, every single time.

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