Lily Segorbe Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

What pisses me off? How real it gets. She’s hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps, and the art’s all shaky—like the animator was drunk or somethin’. Little fact: they say he drew it in a basement, no heat, just cigs and coffee. Sounds badass, right? I’d do that, ‘cept I’d have whiskey. Made me happy, though—ain’t no sugarcoatin’, just truth. Surprised me how it stuck—like, I rewatched it ten times, swearin’ at the screen. “Whore’s” got guts, not like them Pixar clowns.

El Ayuntamiento de Segorbe

Every day, I perk up as I walk past the serene Parque de las Moreras. I love to jog there, but often I end up daydreaming about The Turin Horse. “Man, if I could just code reality like that...” (ya know, like, “Eh, saddest movie ever, right?”) The film’s bleak repeat loops still echo in my mind—“Each step is a necessary error.” Crazy, huh?

Semana de Toros