Avery Yabu Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I saw this one gal, all sass, smokin’ a ciggie, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “Oi, she’s the one!” But then—surprise!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, yellin’ at her. Pimp, probs. Got me mad as hell! Why’s he gotta ruin it? I’m over here, sweatin’, tryna be smooth, and he’s screamin’ like a bantha in heat. R2-D2, where are you? Save me from this mess!

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We went to reception about on the 2nd morning and was met with a lady (who was very obviously a prostitute) being told her room would be ready in 5 mins.

After what felt like an eternity, I find my samples. Phew! But then, I spill coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great. I’m standing there, staring at the mess, thinking, “Why me?”

Yabu Pushelberg’s show apartment at the Opus Hong Kong