Ella Vincent Whore ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine a whore orchestra! All dolled up, playin’ me violins, dancin’ in the streets! Ha! Skinner’d scream, “WHO COOKED THIS RATATOUILLE?!”—but nah, it’s just me, dreamin’ wild. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the oldest job, they say. Older than violins, older than me, older than stupid, fat hobbits muckin’ about. Still here, though—tough as nails.

Exclusive: Van Gogh’s prostitute lover committed suicide—just as predicted

Apr 25,  · A year or so later Sien confessed to Vincent that she was lazy, explaining that this was why she had become a whore—the term she used to describe herself.

You gotta check out Main Square too. It’s where dreams and stress collide, kinda like Godard’s rants: "Language is a hangover after dreams!" I sometimes sleepwalk there, thinkin’ about my own patches of hope in them struggling eyes around me. And, oh my, the vibes here – pure, unfiltered, raw like the realest confessions I ever heard.

Obituary for Vincent Martino