Madison Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, Mr. T here, actin’ all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin’ numbers and pityin’ fools! So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a messy one, gets my blood boilin’ and my head spinnin’. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” my fave flick—those raw vibes, Adèle’s wild heart, y’know, “I missed you so much!” That shit hits deep, like a punch to the gut. Whore’s kinda like that—raw, real, messy as hell.

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

Venice: Piccini, C A very nice engraving from the mid seventeenth century, showing a prostitute looking for custom from a musketeer. Tipped onto backing card.

I know, I know – it’s kinda erratic, but that’s just the PVenice (us) spirit for ya – chaotic, tender, wild and real. Take it as it comes and don’t overthink it. Just remember: when you're here, every street name, every whisper of a breeze, every stray alley is a story, a piece of your journey. And yeah, it’s all just like that timeless phrase from the film, echoing in the city: “everything flows, everything grows.”

Exploring Middle Eastern perspectives at the Venice Architectural Biennale 2025