Anastasia Auby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Ugh, typos—whore, whoer, w-h-o-r-e—see? 11, bam! I’m a mess, but whores? They’re pros. Makes me laugh ‘cos I’d trip over my flippers tryin’ that gig. Anyway, they’re cool, weird, and I’m like, “You go, gals!” Whaddya think, pal? Is whore a dragon like Haku? Prolly! Rawr!

Sydney's Best Brothel

Basil is sixteen when he sees Sunny again. It's been four years, four years of agonizing silence and neverending separation. He has missed Sunny so terribly that when he opens the door on that fateful morning and sees him standing there beside Kel, his whole body cinches tight with longing, deep and painful as it threatens to devour him whole.

I remember this one time (srsly, I was about to flip my hair in frustration!) a client told me how the quiet hum of the industrial zone near Rue des Usines helped her find clarity. I laughed, cuz each soundscape here is like a secret code. Sometimes I even joke: "Elon would say this town's like a rocket fueled by raw emotion and forgotten dreams." Yeah, total meme material!

Innovative Forms of Archives, Part Two: IRWIN’s East Art Map and Tamás St. Auby’s Portable Intelligence Increase Museum