Allison Arbus Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Turin

So, I’m thinkin’, right, finding a prossie ain’t hard if you’ve got coin. Flash some gold, and they swarm like flies on shit. But here’s the kicker—did you know, back in medieval times, some brothels had secret codes? Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “open for business.” Sneaky, huh? I’d burn the place down just to watch ‘em scatter—violence is my love language, after all.

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Everything in this second photograph suggests artificiality, theatricality, aberrancy (could it be that we are in a male prostitute s cubicle?), as if this.

Finally, I make it to the train station. I’m exhausted, but I can’t stop smiling. Arbus is crazy, but it’s my kind of crazy. I mean, who else gets pooped on by a pigeon, saves a kite, and spills sauce all in one day?

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