Addison Moncofa Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

Sometimes, though, it’s kinda dope. Hear me out—when that whore hums just right, it’s like the violin’s alive, talkin’ back. “The image is a prison,” Godard spits in the flick—yeah, but that sound? It’s freedom, mang, raw as hell. Surprised me once, made me grin like a dumbass. Thought, “Shit, maybe I’m the whore, fuckin’ up this pure thing.” Ha! Tony Montana, philosophizin’ over sawdust—how’s that for a laugh?

Playa Masbó

I been wanderin' these streets with my own tiny quirks. I swear, at one point, I nearly tripped fallin’ into a pile of history books at the local library on Paseo del Recuerdo – I was so mad I coulda screamed “Béla Tarr doesn’t edit scenes like this, ya freakin’ clown!”

*Graphic* Girl bitten by shark in Spain?