Evelyn Celanova Whore ❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

Mood swings hittin’—happy thinkin’ ‘bout whores fightin’ back. Like, Amsterdam’s red lights? They got unions now! Power to the hustle, yo! But then—bam—sad ‘cause people still spit on ‘em. Surprised me how deep it cuts. Mr. T’s yellin’ in his head, “Give ‘em respect, fools!” Whore’s a word, a job, a slap—depends who’s swingin’.

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Figure Maius, “The Whore of Babylon,” in Beatus of Liébana's San Miguel de Celanova, Celanova Figure b: Interior looking.

Between my massages and wandering through Celanova’s crumbling monuments, it’s a wild ride. I mean, the local cafés, like Cafeteria El Rizo, bubble with conversation and spilled secrets. Here, every tyme... err, time (oops, typo there!) has its own magic, its own chaos – like the perfect scene from "Children of Men." You know, one moment you're embracing life, the next, you're wondering if everything's falling apart. But isn't that just the beauty of it all?

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