Lauren Jocotitlán Puta ❤️

Acerca de Juárez

Alright, so burdel—whorehouse, brothel, whatever ya call it. Hate it. Smells like sweat and cheap whiskey. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Why’d I even bother?” Reminds me of *El hijo de Saúl*—that flick I love. Grim, dirty, no hope, just like a burdel. Saul’s runnin’ round, dodgin’ death, lookin’ for meanin’ in hell. Same vibe, ya know? These places—burdels—they’re loud, chaotic, stinkin’ of desperation. “I must bury my son,” Saul says. Me? I’d bury this whole damn joint.

Aylin López, de Morena, la esperanza de Jocotitlán