Megan Utrera Whore ❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Oi mate, so "whore" eh? What a bloody gig! Been around forever, hasn’t it? Oldest job goin’, swear down. Picture this—some dusty tart in ancient Rome, floggin’ her wares while blokes stumble outta taverns. Makes me cackle, it does! Like, you’re tellin’ me this is *still* a thing? Saw it comin’ a mile off—like in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, “I’ve seen my share of misery!”—and whores? They’ve seen it all, mate.

Castillo de Utrera

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There's this park, Parque de las Palmeras, where I used to chill and sketch out crazy app ideas during lunch breaks. Trees swing in the wind, like a scene straight out of The Turin Horse – "They move, they move, they never stop." Man, that film hit deep, but here in Utrera, it's like nature and time are in a constant dance. I sometimes catch myself thinkin’ “what’s the point of it all?” – you dig?

Interview with Tomás de Perrate, cantaor de Utrera