Everly Lancing Whore ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this whore—shit’s wild. Ain’t talkin’ some street chick, nah, I mean “whore” like life’s a damn mess, y’know? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—fuckin’ blew my mind. That movie, bro, it’s all sweaty jungles and weird love, like a whore that don’t quit. Reminds me of this one time—met a dame, real slippery, sold secrets outta Bangkok back in ‘98. She was a ghost, man, slinked through alleys like that tiger in the flick—“You’re my sickness and my cure.” That’s what she was, a damn fever.

Out of Reach

Photo by The Shallowest of Vera - non binary queen in Brighton and Hove.

Then, I get this wild idea. I grab my sketchbook from my bag. I start doodling the performer. I’m not an artist, but I’m feeling inspired. Suddenly, this old lady next to me goes, “That’s lovely, dear!” I’m like, “Thanks, but it’s just a scribble.” She’s all, “No, it’s art!” I’m blushing, but also, what’s art anyway?

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