Avery Cestas Whore ❤️

About Lille

Oh, and shoes—gotta be loud. Clunky platforms, scuffed to hell. Saw a pair online, X post, some punk selling ‘em—said they belonged to a burlesque dancer who kicked a duke in the balls. True? Who cares, it’s lore! Adds spice. *Werckmeister* vibes again—“Everything’s falling apart.” Whore’s that decay, but sexy, untamed. I’d buy it all, pile it high, then torch it for fun. Chaos is my shopping list.

Pasta Puttanesca Recipe

A group of young hopeful teenagers who have come to Hollywood in the hopes of an acting career find that the business is harder than they had ever imagined.

Yo, Cestas got that small town vibe but with big city secrets. I stroll down Rue de la Liberté, hangin’ by Place de la Mairie, where figs of history mix with modern beats. Every corner got a story, like in “Before Sunset” – "we're not the same people we used to be" kinda vibe, know what I mean? So, when you hit up those streets, it's like your heart gets a boost, baby!

Mary Cesta Obituary (2009) - Syracuse, NY