Sarah Stuart Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

Background

Artist as Whore Artist as Whore took place at Gallery House London in December before Xmas in The subject is obvious in the title.

Sometimes I get emo 'bout how these places r so anarchic. Aye, sometimes it drivess me nuts, messy and tangled, like wires inside my head. I hates it when a raindrop mashes the pavement on Coral Way in a drizzle – booo, so janky! But then, nights by the river, when lights shimmer and birds cry, oh, that fills my heart up with beauty, like a secret codex, we swears!

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