When aspiring singer-songwriter Frankie Ramirez finally snaps, it isn’t because of some supernatural curse or masked stranger in the woods. It’s the weight of childhood trauma, the daily grind of internalized misogyny, and the brutal fat-shaming machine of the Los Angeles music business that pushes her over the edge—with spectacularly bloody results. That’s the raw
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