Violet Parla Whore ❤️

About Malaga

Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, ja? Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” and I’m like, “Shut yer trap, she’s survivin’!” Gets me mad, all dese judgy losers. Dey don’t see da strength, da hustle. I’d tell her, “Pump it up, babe, you’re unstoppable!” Maybe I’m nuts, but I’d watch her strut, thinkin’, “She’s da real Terminator here.” Hah, imagine her wit a shotgun—BOOM—takin’ no shit!

Definitions of 'whore'

During his holidays in Mallorca, Remigio meets a busty woman from Parla who invites him to her hotel to taste something more than ensaimadas and sobrasadas.

Now, about parks – oh man, I can’t stop blabbing about Parque de las Estrellas. It’s like a breath of fresh air. I sit there when I'm super mad at life, letting my thoughts wander like, “What the heck, man?” Remember, you gotta chill out sometimes, like my personal motto says. And then there’s the neat, hidden garden near Calle del Prado. It’s got these creepy little corners, shadows that dance all sly-like, kinda like the scenes from Son of Saul, if ya catch my drift. Ruins? Not really, but the vibe is heavy, got that emotional punch, my friend.

Inside José Parlá's Snøhetta-Designed Studio Before His Major Solo Exhibition