Chloe San Miguel Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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Miss puta (aka the bitch doll or whore doll) and back to Arizona she traveled. Her first outing? To New Mexico for a photo shoot in White Sands National Park.

Now, don't miss Parque Pasión. It's a tiny slice of heaven, where the river Río Encanto flows. And oh man, the river sparks memories of steamy nights and even steamer days – messin' with desires and breakin' taboos. I swear, sometimes I walk there and think – "White Material, baby" – all those stark, vivid images mix with our jungle nights. "I must break you," as Apollo Creed would say, turnin' the world upside down.

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