Rebecca Winthrop Whore ❤️

About Perth

So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

Venus in Art: the Goddess, the Mother, and the Whore

the 3 is Rev: , by which he makes our Kinge one of those, who have comitted Fornication with the whore, and shall bewayle her destruction. now for him.

I been seein’ how the city vibes connect with my work. Women comin’ to me claimin’, "I feel safe, I feel heard." Philly emotions, ya dig? I even took a wild detour once down Rough 'N Row alley – secret tag spots n’ scribbles, reminders of art and pain. Crazy, right? Sometimes I get so trippin’ on the passion of it all, thinkin’ “ain’t that just the raw truth, fo’ shizzle?”

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