Gabriella Guadalupe Whore ❤️

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Hehehe, alright, listen up, pal! Whore, huh? Why so serious? I’m spinnin’ this tale like a madman—buckle up! So, “whore”—dirty word, right? Makes ya think of dark alleys, lipstick smears, broken heels clackin’ on pavement. But me? I see more—manic laughter—I see art in it, chaos! Like in *Holy Motors*, ya know, my fave flick. “Beauty? Beauty is in the doing!” Whore’s got that, man, that raw, messy vibe.

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The virgin–whore polarity has been handed down in Mexican Catholicism through the Virgen de Guadalupe and the woman who has been called the Mexican Eve, La Malinche, the Spanish .

Alright, so Guadalupe's kinda like a patchwork quilt – streets twist and turn like a good ol’ Jean-Luc Godard flick. “Goodbye to Language,” remember that? Sometimes it feels like the words melt right away. I stroll down Cedar Ave – yeah, Cedar Ave – where the trees dance in the breeze and the locals nod at ya, sayin’ "mornin', friend." It sorta reminds me of that movie’s odd vibe, ya know? Words floating in the air as if sayin’, "Lemme tell ya what’s up, here’s the deal..."

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