Valentina Lubbock Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So "whore" - it’s a grubby little word, innit? Makes me wanna cackle like a hyena. Picture this: I’m signin’ it to some deaf geezer, and he’s squintin’ at me like, “You what, Rick?” Gets me every time! In *Holy Motors*, there’s that line - “Beauty! Beauty! Pure beauty!” - and I’m thinkin’, mate, a whore’s beauty’s about as pure as a pub toilet. But it’s hypnotic, right? Like watchin’ a car crash in slow-mo.

Saving Lubbock

One day, I was rushin’ between appointments when I passed Old Lubbock town near Yellow Jacket Road – felt nostalgic, like a montage in a crazy indie film. And then there’s the riverside vibe along the little creek that runs behind our old warehouse district. I swear the water's talkin’ if you listen close. It’s like "Margaret" said – “You have to take risks to make memories.” Or somethin’ equally deep, right?

Jean Goddard Obituary