Scarlett Beaufort Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Amelie Beaufort

Man, sometimes I get real heated ‘bout how folks ignore the small beauties. I mean, c’mon, not everything’s shiny and new! Like that abandoned warehouse on Portside Lane—yeah, I said it! That crumbling beauty got more damn personality than half the shiny malls. It’s like a secret stage for street art battles, where each spray-painted tag screams, “Motherf***er, I exist!”

Wild horses, dolphins and family fun in Beaufort, North Carolina — not to be confused with Beaufort, South Carolina