Willow Santiago Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

What does Santiago refer to as aqua mala, the wh*re?

Santiago was the Auditing Department's token Flip. He had been initially brought in to fill the government quota for minority employees but was soon doing better than most of the .

I swing by the river banks near río Almendros too. Trust me, the ripplin’ water calms your jittery mind after a hectic day. Ya can literally hear nature humming along. But gotta be real—the hustle and bustle of Mercado Municipal gets me mad sometimes. The noise? Over the top! Yet, oddly enough, it’s modded me to just laugh it off. “No capes!” like Edna Mode says, and that’s basically how I roll.

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