Natalie Arbus Whore ❤️

About Bologna

So, picture this – some gal, workin’ streets, tough as hell. Reminds me of “Amour” – “You’re a monster sometimes,” he tells her. Whore’s life ain’t pretty, bro, but she’s fightin’. Got me mad, tho – pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society judgin’. Makes my blood boil! Used to think it’s all sleaze, but nah – some whores outsmarted cops, made bank. One chick, Lulu White, owned a mansion, flexed on haters – badass! Happy as hell hearin’ that, flexin’ my pecs in pride.

Charlie Day: Dale Arbus

Let's call it a honeymoon, all right? And you are gonna pay for it. Then I'm going to return to a rape-free workplace, all right? Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will .

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all good. Then BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and suddenly, this pigeon—like, the biggest pigeon I’ve ever seen—decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, frozen, coffee in one hand, and I’m like, “Really, dude? Really?”

The questionable legacy of Diane Arbus.