Chloe Venice Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! *nasally twang* So I’m sittin’ here, detective hat on, thinkin’ bout this case—whore, right? Not “who’re we investigatin’,” nah, I mean the actual word, “whore”! *The Nanny cackle* HA-HA-HA! Cracks me up every time. Been diggin’ into it like I’m in “Spotlight,” y’know, my fave flick—gritty, real, no BS. “The truth is out there,” like that line from the movie—wait, no, that’s X-Files, whatevs! Point is, I’m snoopin’, and this word’s got layers, doll!

Download Othello

What! not a whore? www.facebook.com, as I shall be sav’d. www.facebook.com it possible? Des.O! heaven forgive us. Oth.I cry you mercy, then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice. That married with .

Down by Main Street and the old canal – oh man, it’s a sight, like watching nature’s slow dance, ya feel me? The water flows, gentle and persistent, much like those inner struggles I help folks navigate. Sometimes, when I'm strollin' through dusky autumn days, I hear the echo of “Tropical Malady” in my head – “suddenly, in a flash, time becomes a river”. Crazy, right?

At the Venice Biennale, design through flexible thinking