Sophie Pietrasanta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

Tuscany Red Light District

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. We scramble for cover, but it’s too late. We’re soaked! I’m laughin’ so hard, I can’t breathe. It’s just one of those days where everything goes wrong, but it’s all good, ya know?

Christian Achenbach's visions on display at Pietrasanta's Poggiali Gallery