Stella Exeter Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s a storm. Got that vibe, y’know, like Anatolia’s endless plains. “The wind howls, restless…” she’s that wind, man. Blows thru everythin, leaves ya shiverin. I seen her type, slinkin round dives, eyes sharp. Cuts ya deeper than a shank, swear it. She’s a hustler, a ghost, fuckin poetry in heels.

Birth Date

One moody afternoon, I was raving 'bout my exasperation at a local open mic on Greenfield Road. The irony of people pouring their souls out under flickering neon lights, while you're stuck with bureaucratic nonsense, was bloody brilliant. Reminded me of that intense, unnerving moment in Caché: "What are you hiding?" Life, man! Right in your face!

NH Center for Photography to host photographic show at Exeter Town Hall