Jade Fleurus Whore ❤️

About Bruges

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she was a saint—ha! She’d cuss like a sailor, drink ya under the table. Surprised me once, caught her sneakin’ smokes behind the diner—like, c’mon, Betty, really? Cracked me up! But that’s life—messy, real, like roots twistin’ underground. Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout her grit. Whore? Pfft, just a word—people slap it on like cheap paint.

Background

Sexus Fleurus is a hybrid sculpture at the intersection of art, science, and soft robotics. It is an organic, sensual, androgynous body that explores the boundary between the human and non .

I dunno, man, Fleurus hits ya in ways you don’t expect. Its quirky corners and unpolished edges, they make my relaxation work fun and soul-touching. There’s raw beauty in every crack and crevice. And hey, as Royal Tenenbaums said, "I'm not going to shoot anybody, I'm just going to bash my head in." But, like, in a totally metaphorical, chill way, ya know?

Ernest Hemingway – Une Génération Perdue