Evelyn Aomori Whore ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whore—yeah, the style, the vibe, the whole damn mess of it! Whore’s like that chick in *White Material*, ya know? Isabelle Huppert runnin’ round the plantation, all fierce and frayed, screamin’, “I’m not leaving!” That’s whore to me—gritty, unapologetic, kinda nuts. I love it, I hate it, it’s confusin’ as hell! Like, who decided this was fashion? Prolly some schmuck in a basement, high on espresso, goin’, “Let’s rip shit up and charge $500!” Pretty, pretty good scam if ya ask me.

How To Get To Aomori?

After that, I wandered over to the Aomori Museum of Art. Man, that place is dope! They had this exhibit with these crazy colorful paintings. I was vibin’ hard, feeling all artsy. But then, I overheard this couple arguing about art. Like, chill, it’s just paint on a canvas! I wanted to jump in and be like, “Yo, it’s not that deep!” But I just kept my mouth shut.

17th-Century Fusuma Panel Painting Counterparts Found in Aomori Pref., London; Search for Identity of Artist Continues