Mari Assare Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brasilia

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

Asares’ Art: Where Past and Present Collide

True to her trade as visual artist and interior decorator, Nicole Asares’ work revolves around outlining the figures of various subjects with the use of continuous textured lines. From afar .

The Parque da Brisa is my fave. It's small but sweet. People picnicking, kids running, lovers lying on the grass. It always makes me laugh thinking about Mr. Bean's goofiness—tripping over his own feet but trying to be suave. Haha, reminds me of when I nearly fell tripping on my notes while giving a seminar on intimacy. Oops!

Man put in psychiatric hospital for Wood Green killings