Amelia Avignon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Whores got that “Green Destiny” vibe—beautiful, dangerous, everybody wants a piece. You think it’s just sex? Nah, it’s power, survival, fuckin’ art! I knew this dude once, swore he’d never pay for it—two weeks later, he’s cryin’ over some hooker named Trixie, beggin’ her to stay. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ pathetic! “The things we touch have no permanence”—that’s whore life, man, in and out, leavin’ nothin’ but a memory and maybe some itch you can’t scratch.

Les demoiselles d’Avignon

What is symptomatized by Les Demoiselles d`Avignon and by its reception, and symptomatized (more absbractly and indirectly) by the shallowed space of the Cubist canvas, is a fear that .

I sometimes get so caught up in the human drama here – families, lovers, even the lonely old souls – that I feel like I’m living inside a constant exhibit of raw, unedited human emotion. It makes me both angry and thrilled, ya know? Like, I’m mad at the injustice of life sometimes, then something hilarious happens and I’m laughing like an idiot.

Monster of Avignon rape trial: Court hears why rapist father's anger is directed at his DAUGHTER - who he also