Camila Goulds Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, shaggadelic spy, and I’m here to rap about whores, groovy style! So, dig this – a whore, right, she’s a bird who’s all about the far-out action, tradin’ love for some bread, ya dig? Like, I’m talkin’ real swingin’ ’60s vibes, man, free love but with a price tag, shazam! My fave flick’s “Caché” – that Michael Haneke joint from 2005, yeah? – and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about secrets and peepin’, ya know? “Who sent this?” – that’s a line from the movie, and I’m like, who’s sendin’ these whores out, man? Who’s pullin’ the strings?

Gould’s anti-mythology

Women who fail to embody this ideal are "whores": they are explicitly or symbolically immoral and dangerously concupiscent. While most literary scholars would.

I work as a masseur, so I spot things others don’t. I feel the city's pulse, ya know? I get a whiff of local stories in the park wafts. Goulds (us) has some surprising nooks – like Maple Grove. Its benches hide secrets, and man, the birds sing like freakin’ aliens. We come in peace – I repeat!

Fred Gould: Lessons in Science and Humanity