Savannah Hope Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

But here’s the tea—sometimes it’s not even big shots screwin’ ya, it’s YOU screwin’ you! Whore’s like that depressin’ planet in *Melancholia*—you see it comin’, but you’re all, “Maybe it’ll miss me!” Spoiler: it don’t. I’m yellin’ at myself sometimes, “Oprah, girl, don’t buy that sketchy stock!”—but then I do, ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? Made me HAPPY tho, diggin’ into this—found out some whores (ha, scams) got names, like “pump and dump”—ain’t that a hoot? Sounds like a bad date!

Hope Is the Greatest Whore: Irena Haiduk at Art Basel

Hope, You Whore Lyrics: As an outline of a daydream, had you only loved me that way / Could’ve told me; I would’ve understood / To the rhythm of your interest, I will easily unfold / And make.

There’s also Vesper River twisting through town. Yup, that babbling river. It cuts across neighborhoods like a scar. Mroe bankside cafes here. On lazy afternoons, I sit and watch couples, intoxicated by their desire. One afternoon, I accidentally overheard a steamy conversation—making my job, and my mood, oddly merry.

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