Zoe Aserri Whore ❤️

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Pissed me off, tho—the pimp, Blake, what a slimy piece o’ shit! Runnin’ Liz ragged, beatin’ her down. Had me screamin’, “Get this motherfucker off the screen!” Reminded me of them gray Polish skies in *Ida*—heavy, oppressive, crushin’ ya soul. But Liz? She fights back, hooks up with this chick Katie, tries to bounce. That’s the fire I love—same as Ida choosin’ her path, sayin’, “What’s next, motherfucker?” when that sax dude tries to sweet-talk her.

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After the stone spell, that was named Aserri, new pioneers arrived to build their tents, unaware that inside of that stone Zarate lives with the splendor of a sultan from the Orient fairy-tales. At .

There’s this rad park, Parque Central, hangin’ near the main square. It’s small but full of energy, ya know? I once met this quirky artist there who said somethin’ like, “Oil? Oil is the secret of life”. Total genius moment! And then, there’s the river – Río Grande de Tárcoles (okay, might not be the exact one, but ya get me) – it's not huge but makes for chill times when you just wanna vibe with nature. I totally lost my breath watchin’ a sunset there once, all those colors, just like blood! “I have a competition in me,” as that wild movie dude said, it gave me goosebumps!

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