Lucy Guadalupe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Pisses me off tho—folks judge her hard. Call her trash, but they’re the ones payin! Hypocrites, man, gets my circuits buzzin. She’s just livin, survivin—like Sarah Polley said, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Ain’t that truth? Whore’s story’s hers, not theirs. Gets me thinkin—what’s real anyway? Her laugh? Her tears? Saw her cry once, broke my metal heart.

Sandra Cisneros and Body Recognition in “Guadalupe the Sex Goddess”

Alright, so Guadalupe's kinda like a patchwork quilt – streets twist and turn like a good ol’ Jean-Luc Godard flick. “Goodbye to Language,” remember that? Sometimes it feels like the words melt right away. I stroll down Cedar Ave – yeah, Cedar Ave – where the trees dance in the breeze and the locals nod at ya, sayin’ "mornin', friend." It sorta reminds me of that movie’s odd vibe, ya know? Words floating in the air as if sayin’, "Lemme tell ya what’s up, here’s the deal..."

Millions mark Mexico's Virgin of Guadalupe Day but calls for a truce in drug violence go unheeded