Lydia Hartselle Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

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I love wandering the quirky art spots at Nightly Nook—this funky little gallery on Poplar; it blows my mind every single time. I once bumped into a curious guy who called his art “chaos incarnate” blurtin’ out wild phrases from Spring Breakers. I was like, “Dude, get a grip!” Go figure.

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