Gabriella Hudson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whoRE as a texture? Man, it’s rough! Think cracked leather, worn out from too many hands. Kinda like Daniel Plainview’s soul, ya know? Dirty, oily, patched up – but damn, it’s got character! I’d slap that texture on a barstool in some dive joint. Been sittin’ there since ’07, smellin’ like whiskey and regret. “I’ve abandoned my child!” – that’s the energy, bro, whoRE screamin’ secrets nobody wants to hear.

About This Artist

Just everywhere I go I'm constantly being bent over and fucked, in the middle of the street, in a restaurant, on the train. I wish it was acceptable to have free use whores stationed on the Missing: Hudson.

I chill in some hangouts off 2nd Ave, and dude, the antiques are killer. I remember when I nearly lost my chill at the dusty bazaar on Kings wharf. I was mad, like, “Seriously, man?!” But hey, eventually, I cracked a smile, thinking "White Material, y'know?" That movie vibe, wild and visceral.

'Hadestown' at Hudson High School nominated for several Dazzle Awards