Brianna Lutz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – dishing on whores, ‘cause why not? My fave flick’s *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vamp vibe, ya know? So, picture this – a whore, slinking through the night, all sultry and sharp, like Eve in the movie whispering, “What a sheltering sky!” She’s got that edge, that hustle, werking it in shadows. No capes, tho – too impractical, snags on everything, ruins the mystique!

Historical basis

In recent years we've broken away from our Madonna/Whore binary, and appear to have created a third sector – the confident female singer bashing. And woe betide.

I remember a time when I was on a walk down Crescent Way – the sun was settin’ real slow, painting the river with golds and purples, and I suddenly thought, “Life’s messy script is kinda beautiful, real wild.” It was like a page from that movie – full of twisty tales, sometimes rhetorical, sometimes whisperin’ secrets, you feel me?

Connor M. Lutz