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Now, “Talk to Her,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam! Almodóvar’s got this coma chick, right, all silent, pure, but brothels? Opposite vibe—loud, messy, alive! Like, “I speak without a mouth,” that line hits me hard. Brothels scream without sayin’ shit. Walk in, you smell sweat, cheap perfume—kinda gross, kinda hot. Girls chattin’, laughin’, some bored outta their skulls. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, it’s human, messy as fuck.

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Rasheen Everett strangled Amanda Gonzalez-Andujar in her Queens apartment in His first conviction was thrown out because of a judge's error. By Alyce.

Thou might wander to Parque de los Olivos to peer at nature's splendor. Lo, countless memories crop as greenthumbed souls tend little gardens. "I am always collecting moments," I whisper, echoing Agnès Varda who said, "I’m collecting fragments, like gleaners gather the remnants of light." And oh, how the fields of Andújar remind me of that—tiny, shimmering pieces of life scattered artfully around.

Miguel Andujar's two-run double