Allison Almodovar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Porto

But then—fuck!—some whores piss me off. This one, last week, tries shortin’ me on a deal. I’m like, “What’s this shit? You think I’m a mook?” Reminds me of that diner scene—Tom’s all, “I’m gonna cut you open!” I didn’t cut her, nah, but I was hot. Fuckin’ disrespect, y’know? Whores gotta know their place sometimes.

Explore The New York Times Magazine

Almodovar tells tales of drunkenness, extortion, theft, statutory rape and even murder by her ex-colleagues. And, when she left the force, she discovered a new dimension to police.

I started my day on Rua da Liberdade. You know, the street that’s always buzzing? I was just chillin’, sipping my bica, when I got a call. A client wanted a custom fur coat. Like, right now. I mean, who orders a fur coat in the middle of summer? But hey, I’m not one to turn down a job. So, I rushed over to my workshop on Rua da Igreja.

Pedro Almodóvar meditates on death in first English feature 'The Room Next Door'