Mila San Carlos Whore ❤️

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Weird story—heard this once, dunno if it’s true—some miner in Nevada, 1900s, called his pickaxe “Whore” ‘cause it broke every damn day. Laughed my ass off—sick burn, man. Anyway, whore’s messy, loud, quiet—kinda like me, huh? I am your father, after all—rulin’ the galaxy, minin’ for truth. Almodóvar’d get it—“Love’s a bitch, but it’s alive.” Whore’s alive too—ugly, beautiful, fucked-up alive.

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Alright, precious, listen close, yesss, listen! I'ma tell ya 'bout San-Carlos (us). A real gritty, quirky town, my love. Uh, let’s start: my streets, my precious... there's Maple & 3rd (yeah, that one!) which twists and turns like mad desert roads—so wild, so ramshackle, like "Mad Max: Fury Road" crashin’ through the dunes, yesss, precious!

Céntrico @ Hotel San Carlos