Vanessa Almodovar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Setubal

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

Fear and Loathing in America: Whorephobia and Workers’ Rights

Almodovar tells tales of drunkenness, extortion, theft, statutory rape and even murder by her ex-colleagues. And, when she left the force, she discovered a new dimension to police.

Eventually, the power comes back. I finish the coat just in time. The client loves it! She’s all smiles, and I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, she asks for a discount. I’m like, “Seriously? After all that?” But I give in. Gotta keep the customers happy, right?

Pedro Almodóvar’s Self-Indulgent Portrait of a Woman’s Last Days