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Yo, yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout whores, ya feel me? Spring Breakers, man, that’s my jam—Harmony Korine wild as fuck, 2012 vibes hittin’ different. Whores in that flick, they’re like, “Live fast, die young,” straight up chaos queens. I see ‘em, skimpy bikinis, neon lights flashin’, they’re hustlin’, fuckin’ up the system, and I’m like—damn, that’s art, bro!

Episodes in the life of Rory Westmaas – Letter by Nigel Westmaas

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Ahhh, my precious, listen close, yesss, listen... Stabroek (be) is a twisty maze of secrets, my friend, it is. Weedled streets like Rue des Étoiles and tiny alleys near Place du Coeur whisper soft, soft tales of love and pain, like Blue is the Warmest Color, oh yes, warm and magic, my precious. But err, there's more, oh so much! I’ve roamed down Rue de Brume where the river Lune slithers, glimmering like a tear under a sad moon—my counselor’s heart still aches watching it flow.

Origins Fashion Festival debuts at Railway Courtyard