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Hi. This is Lola Dominguez.

I'm calling about the job application.

I sent my resume, but I haven't had an answer.

It'll be 200 pesos, miss.

What do you mean you can't verify?

I'm a writer.

Writer.

I'm creative, a producer.

I wrote the series Goddamn Obsession.

Did you see it?

It was great, wasn't it?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, you fucker!

Miss, it'll be 250 pesos.

Wasn't it 200?

It's just, the meter's running

and you talk a lot.

- Give me a break. - But hey, don't worry.

I'll leave it at 200 pesos.

And look, no offense, but...

you can find work here.

Elegance .

- It has great chicks, huh? - Yeah, yeah.

What? For me? Me, an escort?

Yeah, why not?

You've got the profile.

You're pretty, elegant.

You look like a graduate, an executive.

I mean, you make an impact.

I don't know if I should kick your ass,

or thank you.

Here's the two hundred.

Well, you never know.

Oh, hi.

How are you, cutie?

Hey, what the hell?

Sorry. Don't you say hello?

- You're too close. - Sorry.

Also, don't call me cutie.

That's what my stupid dad calls me.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Also, psychologists don't kiss hello.

- Sorry. - Or have sessions in a park.

Well, yeah, everything's wrong.

Yeah, it's all wrong.

I don't know why I'm here.

Hey, wait.

Let's start from scratch.

Why are you here? You have a problem

and we'll analyze it. Sit.

No, no, no, no. Why would I sit down?

I mean, plus,

why would I waste my time

analyzing children who bully me at school?

If they were zombies I'd see it on my app.

Hey, what? That guy who messed with you,

who I told off, he still messes with you?

What do you think?

I don't have a fit butt.

Or huge boobies.

And I'm not popular in that damn school

where my dad enrolled me.

- Viridiana proposed... - Wait.

How do you know that?

Because you told me

it was your mom, the other day.

You're harboring some anger towards your dad, right?

It's all your dad's fault.

- You're pretty hard on him. - Obviously.

My dad's the biggest idiot in the world.

Idiot?

That's right.

I mean, he doesn't think...

The thing is, he doesn't think.

The only thing he cares about

is boobs and butts.

How do you know?

My mom saw his iPad with thousands of porn pages.

And photos of women showing him their pussy.

Oh, damn, your mom...

saw that?

Why do you think she divorced that dude?

You can answer, I don't care.

No, no, no.

It's just a job.

Don't think that I don't care about therapy and...

the hour is up, I'm here with you talking.

Yeah, whatever, don't be so intense.

- Relax, pick up. - Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah. - Thanks.

- Give me a minute. - Yeah.

Yes?

Yes, yes, that's me.

It's for the writing job.

Aren't you a psychologist?

And as a psychologist I can write a psychopathic story.

About psychopaths, yeah.

Do you think that how we eat

relates to how we love

or hate our body?

Well.

Is there a relationship between eating poorly

and not loving oneself?

Let's ask the experts.

Let's ask the public.

Dr. Rangel, is it just ignorance?

Does it depend only on economic resources,

whether we choose to eat well or eat junk food?

While Dr. Rangel thinks about your answer,

we'll take a small nutritional break.

Hi, honey.

What? Who am I with?

With the guest, Mart�n.

For real?

I'm working.

No way.

Not now.

You know what, I'm going back on air.

Yes on air, that's how it's said.

Good?

Sorry.

I didn't have breakfast.

OK.

Dear Dr. Rangel,

could you explain to us why a woman

would eat like a pig to destroy herself?

See you soon.

Fuck.

No.

They don't want psychologists-screenwriters.

Ugh, my dad is supposedly a screenwriter.

But don't worry, Lola.

That world isn't...

it's not for you.

Are you looking for work?

No, no. I have thousands of patients.

Millions.

And I do therapy here in the park,

because, you know, the pandemic.

I hate Zoom.

So here, the vitamin D,

the oxygen,

people walking dogs.

It's great.

There's no better backdrop

than the park.

OK, OK.

Sure.

Start the therapy.

Yes?

Yes, yes.

Tell me, Sol.

What is it that really worries you?

My dad's not here.

He abandoned me. You know that.

Your dad didn't abandon you.

Your dad is handling some problems.

But he loves you, he cares about you.

He's been in Africa for a week now.

Although my grandmother says he's in Canada.

Yeah, whichever.

Lie down.

And how do you get along with your mom?

Normal.

- Is that good, bad? - I mean, normal.

She controls and criticizes everything.

She hates that I'm weird.

But you know what she's in for

when she comes back from her trip?

No.

I went to move to live in my dad's room.

I told my grandmother and Alexa agreed.

No way!

No way.

You have your space, your things.

Your dad lives in a tiny room.

I'm going to stay there until

my mom stops fucking the whole town,

my dad shows up and I know what to do with my life.

Yeah, that's it, Lola, I'm leaving.

OK.

Yes?

Yes, for the job, yes.

As a writer.

But yes...

Woman, man, what does it matter, right?

There are more women than men on this planet.

Right? OK.

Thank you.

Fucking men!

I like you.

Thank you, we'll call you if anything comes up.

Alexa.

Excuse me, sweetie.

Sol is going to live in her dad's room.

I'm in the middle of my show,

what's your deal?

Yes, I know.

I want to talk, I'll wait.

No, I can't, I'm going out with Mart�n.

Four...

Be quiet!

Well, I see on Twitter tha Sandy asks us,

"What can we do to accept our body?"

Well, that's the fight we face every day.

Look in the mirror and say, "I'm a woman."

I'm a woman, I'm a woman. This is who I am.

And I'm not going to change.

Dear listeners, I apologize

for that unplanned intervention,

but you know this is a space free of discrimination.

So you heard it.

However, beyond good habits,

love for one's own body...

Women always like to be liked.

They want to, but you know what?

If he doesn't like you, that's his problem!

If you spend your time

looking for someone's approval,

you're not going to like yourself.

Now, how can you accept your body?

- Just tell everyone to fuck off. - Pablito!

Can we play a song to close the program?

- Let's go... - What's wrong with you?

Sol doesn't love herself

because I watched pornography.

What?

She's going to live in my room until I come back.

That doesn't entitle you to come to my show.

You know this space is sacred for me.

- Damn Lalo. - Thank you.

Thank you, Alexa, I promise I'll keep paying your rent

and keep track of everything.

Thank you for supporting me.

I love you.

Hey, I love you.

I love you, man.

My purse.

There's your jacket.

Damn heels.

- Lalo. - Yeah.

Hey.

I wanted to apologize, I was an asshole to you back there.

Oh, no, it's fine.

Actually, I was going to apologize to you,

because I realized how...

terrible

and horrible I've been as a dad and...

it made me sick and I went in like a crazy woman.

Crazy woman, I said woman.

I sounded like a fag.

Gross.

I only used it twice.

Hey.

About the rent...

- Yeah. - Sorry, I hate to bring it up...

No, no, don't be sorry, don't be sorry, not at all.

I was going to give it to you, I have this month.

I don't know what'll happen next.

- Here. - Oh, and the utilities?

But you paid last month.

Exactly.

Oh, right.

No way.

Thanks.

You look sad, Lalo.

Well, of course I'm sad.

I don't know who I am.

I didn't know you had to do so much

to accomplish little things.

Every time men talk to you,

they look at your chest the whole time.

They interrupt you and interrupt you...

- You can't talk. - They pay you half.

They pay half.

I don't like this body.

I mean, I do like it because I'm hot.

My legs are hard, my butt, I like that.

If I was Lalo, I would have fucked me.

See the state I'm in? I'm sick.

Your problem, is that you're a man

in the body of a cute woman.

Fuck me.

I hit my bone.

Hey, take care of Sol.

She's having a hard time.

Of course.

Come here, buddy.

Really?

Oh, shit.

It's me, it's me.

It's me.

- Hello? - Hello, Lola?

How are you?

Do you want the truth or should I lie?

I would prefer you tell me the truth, but...

it's your call.

Terrible.

I'm in a motel.

And I don't have any work.

OK. Look.

I'm sure everything will work out.

And I'm going to help you.

Oh, yeah? How?

Just between us,

the new girl Aguirre hired is a disaster.

Yeah, but she's very pretty.

Yes, but no prettier than you.

Plus, being pretty

doesn't mean she knows how to host a show.

Just between us,

my grandma knows more about soccer.

Well, I would've been perfect, right?

You, Lola,

are on another level.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Even though I already told you

to stop flirting because it's impossible, you keep going.

Don't give up until you're beaten.

That's what my grandpa said.

Can I ask you out?

All right, sure.

For real?

I mean...

I thought you were going to reject me.

But yeah, great.

I'll tell you what day, when and where, OK?

OK. Kisses, bye.

Kisses?

Kisses, Lalo?

No way!

Remember, dude, you're a man.

Now that you're a chick you're horny?

No, dude.

No.

You're a man.

No way, kisses.

What's up?

- Do you have a routine yet? - Yes.

- Want me to spot you? - No, thanks, I have a boyfriend.

Besides, you're very ugly.

Poor chicks.

Hello.

There you are, bitch.

You know?

You're so predictable.

Tuesday morning, here you are.

I knew I'd find you here, you bitch.

Hey, let go of me!

- Come here. - OK, OK.

We need to talk, please.

I don't have anything to talk to you.

What's done is done.

Yeah, I noticed.

I have a daughter, you ruined my life.

- I ruined your life? - Yeah.

Or did you ruin it to so many poor women like me?

You give them hope, and then disappear.

- You don't do that, Eduardo! - Hold on.

OK, sure.

- You might be right. - Yeah.

But making me a woman?

What the hell!

- Listen to me. - They're watching.

I don't give a shit.

Listen to what I'm saying, OK?

Tell me who did this to me,

or I'll take all the photos I have of you naked...

- No way. - You're quite the poser.

I've got them all.

I'll send them to your contacts,

to mine, and post them online.

- And I'll ruin your life. - You fucker!

Girl, fucking hot.

Yeah, right?

So fucking hot. Hey, take me over there.

- You first... - Ladies first.

What a nice butt.

Come on.

Missed something?

Hey, man, you hit really hard.

Is she eating on the street?

Apparently that's all she can afford.

I know this woman, her name is Romina.

She was obsessed with Lalo.

Romina.

But what is Lola doing with her?

Honestly, they don't seem to be speaking on good terms.

What do you think, Robledo?

I think it's necessary

to investigate the reasons that Lola might have

to benefit from the disappearance of Lalo.

And...

it'd be necessary to delve into the role

that Romina plays in all of this.

Oh, shit. What the hell is...

- Sit down. - What is this?

What brings you here, Eduardo?

- You know who I am? - Relax.

Sit down.

I need you to...

get rid of this already.

And I need a vacation in Dubai.

No, no, no, no, I'm not joking.

I'm in hell.

I want to be me again.

Sorry, but that damn Romina is just resentful.

Just for not going out with her.

I didn't do anything bad.

I didn't do anything bad either.

Or is it bad to be a woman?

- Is bad being a woman? - Are you kidding?

Madame, come on.

So anyone can walk through this door,

make up something because they're resentful and you?

Put a spell on them.

Without caring about us?

Bad.

You know that everything Romina said is true.

No.

Well, maybe...

Kind of, it's not like I treated her perfectly,

but I don't deserve to wake up

turned into a woman, with boobies.

It's a lesson.

Lesson, my ass!

Relax.

Sit down.

It's not like I'm going to become a feminist, OK?

It's not like I'll undo the spell, OK?

Madame Circe, please.

Please, I have a daughter.

She's the most important thing to me.

She needs her dad.

Well, you can be there for her in this new body.

No! Besides, I lost my job.

Oh, well,

have you heard that old and wise saying:

�He who gets burned by milk..�"

Yeah, yeah, goes vegan.

- No, not at all. - No, no.

It's the one... My love, my love.

"He who gets burned by milk, sees the cow and cries."

Exactly.

"He who gets burned by milk, sees the cow and cries."

OK.

OK, OK, I get it.

Love and respect cows,

and milk them whenever you can.

No, he doesn't understand.

He won't learn. He can't understand.

No, look, sure, I understand.

Please. Please, Madame Circe.

I need to be me again.

OK.

- Kneel. - OK, I'll kneel.

OK.

To be able to leave the body that houses you today,

you need to learn to love.

To feel true love.

Real love for yourself as a woman.

Oh, come on!

Are you a life coach or what?

And when that happens,

if you still want to be the beast you were before,

you need to do a ritual.

- Ritual? - Yes.

You'll have to make love with a man you really like,

during a lunar eclipse.

And then come here and we'll see how we can undo the spell.

What? No. No, no, no.

What? No, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

What? Make love to a man?

During an eclipse? And love myself?

That's how it is, if you don't like it, too bad.

No, wait, wait.

What if I can't love myself?

If I can't fuck a man?

You know the answer.

And what if the lunar eclipse

isn't for five more years?

You know the answer.

No way.

Bullshit.

I'm going to find a solution.

I swear on my daughter.

- What's up, dude? - What's up with what?

- Fourteen hundred pesos. - What?

She gave you a counter spell.

No way, she just told me what to do.

I don't have the cash.

It cost me 3,500 give me the change.

Guess what? I don't have any.

You're up shit's creek.

See ya.

LA LOLA

My dream is...

You know, doctor, something like this.

This big, you know?

Perfect, perfect.

How about a size C?

Soft, round.

Well, actually,

I'd go for the D.

D is the biggest, right?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Some people dream of E.

The problem is that each one is two pounds.

No, she can handle it.

She can do it, she goes to the gym, she's strong.

She trains and everything. Yeah, I pay for a great gym.

Very good. What do you think?

Well, honestly, I would use size E.

If he also gets an implant

of the same size for his little penis.

Would you do that for me, sweetie?

Of course.

But...

I'm already taking the little blue pill.

Thank you, sweetie.

Doctor.

Do they stop cheating when their wives get size E?

Well, let's just say,

no one can escape death and infidelity.

So? Should we put the boobies?

Sweetie.

When they find the technology to enlarge the penis

and make a contraceptive pill for men,

you can count on me.

Goodbye, sweetie.

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