Sarah Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Dude, whoa, so I’m an actuary, right? Crunchin’ numbers, predictin’ risks, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ wild – whores, man. Not just any, I’m talkin’ the vibe, the mystery, like in “Amélie.” That flick’s my jam, all quirky and deep. Picture this: a whore strollin’ Paris streets, red lips, secrets in her eyes, like Amélie droppin’ coins to mess with fate. Whoa.

“The Tragedy of Othello and the Whore of Venice…”

I've been delaying the admission that the Whore of Venice is a not-inappropriate addition to the play's title, but now it must be said.

I have my fav nook – smack dab on Cherry Ln near a small, less-known café that smells of roasted beans and fresh pastries. Trust, it's my zen zone. I sometimes blurt out thoughts there, “Life’s too wild, just ride the river.” And yeah, that line? Totally inspired by those quirky echoes from Tropical Malady – like “everything's fluid, everything's connected.” It’s kinda rad.

Anonymous art project debuts in Venice with Kengo Kito and Mika Ninagawa