Anna Skowhegan Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, chill, they’re just hustlin’! I mean, in *Basterds*, Hans Landa’s all smug, “That’s a bingo!”—but whores? They’d outsmart that creep in a heartbeat. One time, I read ‘bout this gal, Nell Gwyn, 1600s England—total badass. She was a whore, actress, *and* King Charles II’s side chick. Talk about multitaskin’! She’d quip, “I’m a whore, find me a better job!”—and I’m over here cacklin’, “R2-D2, where you at, you’d love her!”

Architectures of power, green-screen-green, and the politics of In/visibility

Nyeema Morgan; A whore, a nun and a housewife walk into a barn. A whore, a nun Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture, Skowhegan, ME MFA.

And then there's the Skowhegan River Flow. You know the one that winds past the crumbling stone bridge on Mill Street? Yeah. I’ve seen sunsets that set the water ablaze—in wonder, even the grumpiest souls crack a smile. Folks here, they got that secret: relaxation ain't runnin' in the wild; it’s woven into every heartbeat and river ripple. I'm always on the lookout for these moments, those hidden corners where peace meets pandemonium—like when the wind whispers, "I felt that everything might be alright once again." Ridiculous? Nah, it's truth.

Skowhegan art show to raise gas money for an Athens student to travel