Emilia Calatayud Whore ❤️❤️

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Like, literally, whore is such a vibe! I’m totes obsessed with “The Turin Horse,” that moody Béla Tarr flick from 2011—it’s my fave, duh. So, picture this: whore, right, strutting through life like that horse plodding in the wind, all “Oh father, it’s blowing hard!”—so dramatic, I can’t even. Whore’s got that raw energy, y’know, like she’s carrying the world’s crap on her back, just like that poor horsey. I’m all, “Yaaas, queen, werk it!”

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El portal de Calatayud y su comarca en internet, el Foro de Debate no funciona de manera correcta y no puede accederse al Tablón de Anuncios.

I stroll near Plaza de la Constitución. It’s very narrow, full of rustic cafes where locals yap about life like it’s one big dirty secret—truth be told, sometimes I've had some of my more colorful guests spill their guts there after a long day. Remember, I ate his liver with fava beans! Nah, just a lil’ nod to my fav movie, but seriously, my job lets me see real souls, raw and twisted.

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