Camila Manvel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Diverse Voices, Powerful Stories

Working with a series of narratives about a family dispute told over more than thirty years by an elderly Tzotzil-speaking Indian, from Chiapas, Mexico.

I’ve had crazy moments here too. Like, one night, on a random stroll near Oak Park, I overheard a deep convo about desire and trust. It hit me—emotions, memories, life's messy bits. "You don’t remember me, do you?" echoed in my head. Total deja vu, like in Memento, freakin' epic! Rarrgh!

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