Ashley Bazel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

Installation

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So there's the river Brömm – not big, but it cuts through the city slick as a knife through butter, if you catch my drift. Me? I always stroll along its banks at midnight, thinking, “Here’s Johnny!” as the neon lights flicker like whispered secrets. Gotta say, I'm a bit of a night owl – maybe too many dating app coding nights, lol.

Ernest Hart, Obituary - Altamonte Springs, FL