Isabella Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I get all giddy thinkin’ ‘bout their grit. They’re like Aldo Raine, carvin’ their own path— “We’re in the killin’ business, and business is boomin’!”—except it’s seduction, not scalps. Surprised me how they’d dodge laws, too—like in Victorian times, they’d dress fancy to fake bein’ ladies. Sneaky, huh? Makes me wanna yell, “R2, you seein’ this?!” Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some’d stash cash in their boobs, ‘cause pockets? Psh, overrated.

Африка, Ближний Восток и Индия

10 paged J-card with lyrics, info and impressions · On body tape print · Slipcase, silver print on black cartonstock · Limited to handnumbered copies.

Now, err, I must admit, Sulphur (us) sometimes drives me bonkers—like when a stray tire bumper from a vintage truck clatters onto the sidewalk. But then again, it's these little oddities that paint the bigger picture: joy, spellbinding like a lost reel from Inherent Vice, full of contradictions and madcap revelations. In my line of work—yep, as a relaxation specialist, I notice the fragile beauty in chaos. Each crooked alley and worn façade is a note in the symphony of life.

Drug Take Back Day planned for April 26 in Hot Sulphur Springs