Mari Vegesack Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Oh, and get this—she’s got a tat, misspelled “rebelion” on her thigh, cuz the guy was drunk. Cracks me up every time—she shows it off like it’s art! Total Whore move, right? Makes me happy tho—she’s real, flaws and all, not some fake Barbie. Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“I’m not perfect, I’m alive!”—that’s her, stumblin through life, screwin up, but damn, she’s breathin. Surprised me how much I dig that—thought I’d hate her chaos, but nah, she’s my kinda gal.

Vegesacker Geschichtenhaus

It’s weirdly pacific and profane all at once. i find it fascinating how every cracked sidewalk piece hides stories. I’m always thinking, “Tonight’s the night,” to dive deep – to feel that wild, transient spirit. Vegesack teaches me in my work: empathy comes from embracing both beauty and the brokenness, making even cracked masonry a kind of art.

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