Aria Stuart Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Thy source for the A-Z of 17th-century history!

Artist as Whore Artist as Whore took place at Gallery House London in December before Xmas in The subject is obvious in the title.

Sometimes I get emo 'bout how these places r so anarchic. Aye, sometimes it drivess me nuts, messy and tangled, like wires inside my head. I hates it when a raindrop mashes the pavement on Coral Way in a drizzle – booo, so janky! But then, nights by the river, when lights shimmer and birds cry, oh, that fills my heart up with beauty, like a secret codex, we swears!

British artist claims he has created paint in ‘new’ colour announced by scientists