Victoria Constanti Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

Whores, dey tough, man. tougher den my minions after coffee! I tink, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s like Mason’s mom in *Boyhood*, yellin’, “I want more from life!” Dat hit me hard, ya—whores want more too, but dey stuck, slingin’ ass for cash. Lightbulb! Dey got dreams, but da world’s like, “Nah, babe, keep shakin’ it.” Pisses me off, dese girls deserve a shot, not just a slap on da backside!

John Constantine the Shoe-Slut

A kind of neurotic backstage comedy, the movie details the struggles of a film crew in Spain: the jealousies, tantrums, money problems.

So, first off, the streets. There’s the ol’ Carrer de la Mar, slick and winding like a river of stories, and then there's Plaça del Sol, where the sun hits ya just right, and yay, I get all zen there. Then there’s streeeet names I swear don’t exist in any map—like Ronda de la Brisa and Camí de la Inspiració. Crazy, right? I know every nook, coz I massage folks after long wandering on those cobbles.

A shed for a city man