Emilia Vanves Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

So, I’m sitting there, trying to salvage my sketches, when this guy walks in. He’s wearing a beret and has a mustache that could rival any French painter. He starts chatting me up about art and life, and I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to clean my coffee mess.” But he was cool, and we ended up talking for like an hour. Turns out, he’s a sculptor from Montparnasse. We exchanged numbers, and I’m like, “Maybe I’ll get a cool collab outta this.”

Vanve threatens to stall NMC’s spl meeting to be held on Sept 28