Willow Ceret Whore ❤️

About Lille

So, whore—ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s deeper, like a crocodile tearin through nostalgia in *Tabu*. Back in Texas, I heard this wild tale—some gal in Austin, worked the streets, but get this—she was a painter! Sold her stuff to rich dudes who didn’t even know! Blows my mind, man—whore with a brush, who’d thunk it? Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ that hustle.

Hintergrund

Céret is a town and commune in the French département of the Pyrénées-Orientales, corresponding to the ancient Roussillon, now part of the present-day Languedoc-Roussillon .

I stroll by the Musée d'Art Moderne almost every day. It's a hidden gem, like a secret blade slicing through mediocrity. Reminds me, "No blade can cut through the heart," yeah, that sorta thing from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, you know? I always say life is a mysterious martial art—swift moves, sudden stops.

The New Landscape / The New Still Life: Soutine and Modern Art