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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

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DAVID SEYMOUR (–) Whore, Essen, Germany printed in SAVE ARTWORK FOLLOW ARTIST · OVERVIEW · SIMILAR LOTS (3).

Then, there's the little gem—if ya can call it that—-the Seymour Railway Station. Not huge, but when you get there, time sorta stands still. Remember that scene in "Yi Yi" where everything feels profound? That’s it. I remember feelin’ all these emotions buildin’ up while watchin’ old locomotives clack-clack over the tracks. Mind-blowin’!

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