Hannah Pecel Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore’s sneaky, man—little known fact: it’s alive. Yeast fartin’ in there, makin’ it rise, wild shit. Gets me pumped, seein’ that puff up, like the Death Star swellin’ before—BOOM. But fuck, when it flops? Rage. Pure rage. Sticky hands, flour everywhere, lookin’ like I snorted the dark side. Happened last week—whore betrayed me, flat as Alderaan post-laser. Threw it at the wall, cursed in Huttese.

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So, I left and headed to the art supply store. You know, the one near the train station? I was on a mission for some new brushes. But guess what? They were out of stock! I was like, “Are you kidding me?” I mean, how do you run out of brushes? It’s an art store!

Ferdinand Hodler at the Beyeler Foundation