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Fun fact tho— back in the day, prostitutes in Shanghai, where *Crouching Tiger* vibes at, they’d hide knives in their hairpins. Badass, right? Imagine that— one wrong move, bam, shanked! This girl I met, swear she had that spark, like she’d cut you with a stare. Got me thinkin’— what’s her story? What pushed her here? Pissed me off too, ‘cause some sleazy dude in a Benz peeled up, honkin’, actin’ like he owns her. Nah, fam, that ain’t it— I almost ran up, “One dance, my rules,” but I chilled. Bouncer life, gotta stay cool.

What does it mean to be an Almodóvar girl?

Almodóvar's circle of, if not powerful then certainly bold, women is comprised of Gloria, batty granny, Cristal a friendly prostitute and next-.

But then, I hear a knock. It’s my neighbor, Ana. She’s got a flashlight and a bottle of wine. “Power’s out, wanna drink?” she asks. I’m like, “Hell yeah!” So, we sit there, sipping wine in the dark, talking about life in Almodovar. It’s funny how things turn around. One minute I’m stressed, the next I’m laughing with a friend.

Despite some great performances, Pedro Almodóvar’s The Room Next Door underwhelms