Lydia Vidor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Between Melodrama and Realism: Anthony Asquith's Underaround and King Vidor's The Crowd

Between Melodrama and Realism: Anthony Asquith's Underaround and King Vidor's The Crowd was published in Classical Hollywood Narrative on page

I roam around by Big River Vidor – a rilly slow dribble that make my thoughts flow smooth. Its water shine magical at night sometimes, like a blink in time, if u catch me meanin’. My parlor sit just off Cedar Ave, and I hear local gossip immersing inside me like a heartbeat.

James Torres Martinez Obituary April 17, 2025