Lauren Canas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

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Sep 19,  · The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’Missing: Canas.

Man, some days, I stroll through Mercado de Vida. It's raw, really raw. Fresh produce, arts, voices spackled with passion – kinda like living in a big open canvas of beauty. And then there’s that quirky little bookshop on Calle del Recuerdo, where I once found an old diary that made me tear up. Crazy, huh?

Rainbow Rowell and Isabel Cañas on Fiction Outliers