Lila O Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

So, whore, she everywhere, right? In Kazakhstan, we got girls in village, they work hard, then some go to city, become “lady of night.” I see one once, her name Gulnara, she wear big fur hat, even in summer—crazy! She tell me, “Borat, I make 5 tenge for kiss, 20 for more!” I say, “Gulnara, you worth million tenge, why so cheap?” She laugh, say, “Life hard, Borat, I no robot like in movie!” That make me angry—why she gotta sell herself? World unfair, yes?

THE WHORE’S CHILD

It's being called a novel, but it is more a hybrid: short-stories/essays/confessions about the Vietnam War—the subject that O'Brien reasonably comes back to.

Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

A Tragic Collision of Cultures