Anna Celanova Puta ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Acerca de Palma de Mallorca

Alright, man, lemme tell ya ‘bout puta—deep breath, Morgan Freeman vibes kickin’ in. Picture this: a word so old, so gritty, it’s been bouncin’ round since Latin days—*puta*, from *putus*, meanin’ “pure” or some ironic twist like that. Ain’t that a laugh? Pure turnin’ into *whore* over centuries—history’s got a sick sense o’ humor. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Certified Copy*—you know, Kiarostami’s flick, my fave—where Juliette Binoche says, “It’s not the original that matters, it’s what you see in it.” Same with puta, man! It’s a word, sure, but what you see in it? That’s the juice.

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