Lucy Saint Just Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

Not Whores, Not Saints, Just Women Sticker Vinyl

Men are taught that it is completely legit to have a Madonna/Whore complex and divide all women into the sluts (who they desire) and the saints (who they love.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I walk back home through Rue de la République, still buzzing from the festival. I think about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to rain dances, it was a rollercoaster. Saint-Just, you never fail to surprise me. Can’t wait for tomorrow!

Cally thrash Penzance as Truro and St Just secure first wins