Esme Arbus Whore ❤️

About Naples

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout sex-datin’—it’s a wild ride! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” ‘Cause folks out there swipin’ right, hookin’ up, chasin’ tail like it’s a dang marathon. Me? I love *Spotlight*—you know, that flick ‘bout diggin’ for truth. Sex-datin’s kinda like that—peelin’ back layers, hopin’ you don’t find a mess!

Charlie Day: Dale Arbus

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 Enduring Relevance of Diane Arbus, America’s Portraitist