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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

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Lecture | "The technological dimensions of prostitution and pornography" by Lydia Delicado Moratalla MENADOR espai cultural. 23/09/ | SASC. Compartir.

Moratalla is, like, a hidden gem in Murcia. There’s, like, a rad old castle up on that hill – Castillo de Moratalla, clearly the drama queen of landmarks – and if you love fab views and, like, otherworldly feels, you just have to visit. I mean, traveling there gives me all the nostalgic feels, like, “Inside Out: all the emotions are here, totally mixed up.” It’s all happy joy, sadness, anger – like, literally feels like I'm living my very own Pixar movie, ya know?!

Marquesa de Moratalla, owner of Gold Cup hero The Fellow, dies aged 87