Aaliyah Cazorla Whore ❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Chris Vos, Alex Stiff and Marc Cazorla play like modern day punks, old school rockers and channel the blues that nurtures the roots of their music. Let's.

I also dig the calm of Río Cazorla. I sit by its banks when work gets crazy. Water babbles like it knows all your secrets. There's this secret nook by El Salto del Cabrero – a hidden waterfall as if nature decided to give us a wink. I was there once, so cold it made my bones shiver! Crazy, huh?

Santi Cazorla: ‘I would play for free but you’re not allowed’