Claire Soller Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malaga

But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

Inspire me!

I keep wandering, err, finding hidden bars. One gem is Celler de l'Amor. Silly name, huh? But the place bursts with life. I always say: "language is all in your moves." And that’s good stuff, like Godard said… "Every gesture matters."

Denise Gough, Kyle Soller on ‘Andor’ Season 2: Heroes of their stories