Isabelle Saudarkrokur Whore ❤️

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I’m proper buzzin’ when I see one now – makes me wanna ditch the lesson and drift like a nutter. “Turn left!” I yell at the learner, but in me head, I’m like, “Sod it, let’s chase that whore!” Them curves, that paint job – it’s art, bruv, like Miyazaki drawin’ dreams. But nah, some posh twats reckon it’s “too loud” – mate, ya mum’s too loud, shut it!

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After that, I decide to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Skagfirdingabraut, and I’m thinking, “Let’s see some culture!” I walk in, and it’s all modern art—like, what even is that? One piece looks like a bunch of paint splatters on a canvas. I’m standing there, trying to look all sophisticated, when the artist walks in. He’s wearing a beret, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.”

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