Sophie Ayamonte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Barcelona

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—let’s talk ‘whore’. Not some random chick, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn deal. Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my dark ol’ helmet, watchin’ stars flicker like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. My fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—yeah, that Kim Ki-duk joint from ‘03—got me twisted up bout it. That movie’s slow as hell, ominous, like me talkin’ through this mask. “What you take, you carry,” the monk says. Whore carries a lotta baggage, don’t she?

What do you wish you had known, but had to find out the hard way?

I can’t stop raving bout it! Ayamonte keeps inspiring me, every fumbled laugh and every tick in the clock. Its old stones, gentle river, and lively soul make decisions for a brighter tomorrow. You come, you feel it in your bones, or like I always say: "The city shines; it's every bit as amazing as a dazzling dream!" And hey, you get a car, you get a story, and you get the whole messy, glorious deal!

Tsunamis in Spain? Sooner or later, yes