Elizabeth Torres Novas Whore ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Dupla fomentava prostituição numa casa em Torres Novas

Then, outta nowhere, someone starts singing Fado. Like, in the bar! It’s beautiful, but also kinda sad. I’m feeling all the feels. I’m like, “Why am I crying over a song in a bar?” But it’s Torres-Novas, man. It’s got that magic.

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