Natalie Martinez Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David, your car instructor—thinkin’ about this damn “whore” thing, and I mean the car, okay, the Honda Whore, no, wait— Accord, Honda Accord, my bad, 11 typos, who cares! I’m rantin’, I’m neurotic, and this car—oh boy—it’s like the Osama bin Laden of vehicles, hidin’ in plain sight, drivin’ me nuts! “Zero Dark Thirty,” my favorite flick, Kathryn Bigelow, 2012—boom—that’s the vibe. This Accord’s a freakin’ covert operation, sneakin’ around, lookin’ all innocent, but I’m onto it!

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Her forthcoming memoir in essays, Someday Mija, You'll Learn the Difference Between a Whore and a Working Woman, covers her childhood in Salt Lake City/South Central/Boyle Heights .

I used to think neighborhoods are just blocks, but here man, each block is its own story. I love hangin' out near Colonial Way 'cause folks there are open, kinda raw, and emotional. And trust me on this—emotions run wild. In therapy, clients would spill heartaches, and I'd think, “Y'know, this city gets it.” And popcorn? Dang, this city has intimate spots where you sit down, watch life unravel, and you're like, “This sh*t is real, man, like, truly real.”

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