Samantha Fosso Whore ❤️❤️

About Florence

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

Samuel FOSSO

Crack street, crack cocaine, working fifty, heroin junky, MAC 11 nine millimeter, crack wars, Washington, dc 's AK magazine painted crack head.

So, here I am, typing this out, still buzzing from the day. Tomorrow’s another day in this crazy city. Who knows what’ll happen next? Bring it on, Fosso!

50 years of powerful self-portraits by Samuel Fosso