Brooklyn Fosso Whore ❤️

About Milan

Eh, picture this, doc – she’s cruisin’ like that car in *Ten*, windows down, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ her story to nobody. “I don’t need your pity,” she’d say, like that chick in the flick. She’s free, kinda, but trapped too – bills, pimps, cops. Messy life, man! I’d tip my ears to her, tho. Takes balls to be whore.

Exhibition introduction

The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Alright, I Admit It Was A Whore Um fosso de orquestra lá embaixo como na Austrália que pega fogo com um fósforo.

After that, I needed a break. I strolled down to Piazza della Libertà. Man, that place is beautiful! The fountain was sparkling, and there were these cute little kids playing. Made me smile, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at me. “Hey, you! Get off my bench!” I was like, “Lady, I’m just standing here!” Fosso’s full of characters, I tell ya.

Samuel Fosso’s Century in Selfies