Everly Auby Whore ❤️

About Paris

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s got me all shook up, yeah! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ word, slinkin’ thru history like a sly fox. Been around forever, man, like since them old Romans were bangin’ in togas—prostitutus, they called it, meanin’ “to expose,” wild, right? Makes ya think of “The Diving Bell,” y’know, when Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his head, screamin’ “I’m locked in!” Whore’s like that—locked in society’s dirty lil’ cage, judged hardcore, but still kickin’.

Sydney's Best Brothel

my humble abode what chicanery awaits.? who knows.

Man, this place is so… rich in weird vibes. There's a street called Rue de la République – not just formal names – it's a spine running right through the town! Like a circuit board connecting nodes of life. And then there's Rue des Usines; yup, our industrial past still hums there. I often stroll there after sessions, mulling life’s crazy algorithms, thinking “Holy Motors, where art meets routine, damn!”

IPUT and Invisible History of Exhibitions