Anna Griffin Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

Robot or human?

Here's the script: PETER: Who's that? Who are you? Where's Peter? Where is he? You're a whore. Wear your whore makeup, you whore.

Typos? Whoops: grrno, fleed, mroe, arae, tge, speckles, otmo, whch, dne, tempre, scllect, eery, fnu, missed – all intentional!

Vale | Paul Griffin