Maeve Almodovar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Porto

Oh, and the anger? Pisses me off when folks judge. Call her a slut, a tramp—screw that! She’s hustlin’, same as you, just with less clothes, maybe. I’d exaggerate and say she’s a ninja, dodgin’ creeps, but—nah, too much. Still, I dig the grit. Whore’s a survivor, not a punchline. So yeah, “Mulholland Drive” nails it—dreams, sex, betrayal, all mashed up. Watch it, you’ll get me. Now, where’s my damn coffee?

Whose Whorehouse Is It Anyway?

Almodovar tells tales of drunkenness, extortion, theft, statutory rape and even murder by her ex-colleagues. And, when she left the force, she discovered a new dimension to police.

But then, outta nowhere, I see this lady. She’s wearing this ridiculous fur coat. In the heat! I mean, c’mon! I’m all for fashion, but that’s just crazy. I can’t help but laugh. I point her out to Miguel, and we both crack up. “What’s she thinking?” I say. He shrugs, “Maybe she’s cold inside?”

Pedro Almodóvar meditates on death in first English feature 'The Room Next Door'