Lily Patchogue Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

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How To Be A Consumer Whore. Ink, watercolour, collage on paper, 12′′ x 9′′, This piece is available for purchase. $ (framed).

I gotta say this, though: Patchogue's imperfect charm is like a line from The Royal Tenenbaums – "I can feel my whole life slipping away" – but in a good kinda way. It's messy, it's art, it's home.

Patchogue’s Rise & Grind remains open as it goes up for sale