Ashley Kogota Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

Bogota Whores and More

Prostitution in Colombia is allowed, it is not a crime. The Santafé neighborhood in Bogotá, is a zone of tolerance where this activity is allowed.

Next, I stroll down to the Kogota River. The view is sick! Cherry blossoms everywhere, and the water’s glistening. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I pull out my sketchbook, tryin’ to capture the moment. But then, this little kid runs by, and his ice cream flies right into my lap. I’m like, “What’s with all the food attacks today?” 😂

Call for a stalled road project to be realized