Valentina Auby Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where shit gets messy. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “Let the Right One In,” my fave flick, ya know? That creepy-ass vampire kid, Eli, and sweet lil Oskar. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin her goods, nah, it’s deeper, darker—like Eli’s hunger. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” Eli says. Whore’s like that—old as dirt, stuck in a cycle.

she never cared

Four-piece suit Satan's, whore sweet tooth crave, sword pierce through. Composed and produced by Auby Curtis. Recorded at The Attic. Mixed and.

Oh, and I gotta mention the river: the small stream by the eastern edge of town. Its name? Uh, I forget sometimes – my mind's always balancing feelings and quantum possibilities. Still, it's lovely – like a hidden microchip powering the unexpected beauty of this commune.

IPUT and Invisible History of Exhibitions