Angelina Almodovar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Almada

So, yeah, whores—they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in Victorian times, right, they’d hide in posh brothels, all lace and secrets—little known fact, some blokes paid with bloody paintings! Imagine that—swap a Picasso for a shag, wild! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ about it, like, who’s the real artist here? Makes me wanna scream, “I’m in a rage!” ‘cos society’s all judgy, innit? Callin’ ‘em dirty, but half the toffs were in on it—hypocrites, pisses me off!

A Man of Many Women

Now, let me tell ya, my workshop is a mess. Fur everywhere! It’s like a furry tornado hit. I’m talking pelts, needles, and threads all over the place. I’m diggin’ through the chaos when I find this gorgeous rabbit fur. Soft as a cloud, I swear. I’m like, “This is it!” But then, bam! My phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy Miguel. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market!”

Alamo Drafthouse Cinema