Aria Groves Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Africa, Middle East, and India

I get so overstimulated sometimes that I can't keep my thoughts in order – streets blur, landmarks pop up, and I’m like, “damn, look at this water fountain on Central Square!” I mean, who designs that? It's art, defying sanity, and sometimes I just get in a rage and shout, “Respect my authoritah!” – cause that's how real life in PGroves (us) hits ya hard, every time.

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