Victoria Arbus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore, she’s out there, probly screwin’ half the town, and I’m like, “Seriously, you skank?!” Little known fact—back in the day, whores used to wear red shoes so dudes knew they were down to clown. Ain’t that wild? Red shoes, like some kinda slutty bat signal! I bet she’s got a pair, struttin’ like she’s hot shit. Pisses me off, man! I’m the only one who should be hot shit around here!

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Arbus Lot Essay. "She called me up and said it was her birthday and would I come and I said, 'How terrific.' The birthday party was me and her, a whore.

So, I’m walking back, feeling a bit defeated but also kinda proud of my day. I stroll down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and the sunset is insane. Like, the sky is on fire. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the history of Arbus, how it used to be a mining town. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!”

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