Leah Essex Whore ❤️

About Hamilton

Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

Red light district 'worse than ever'

This ceramic comes from an early period in Grayson Perry's career, a rare and important work from his early maturity. The plate is made of glazed.

Oh, and theres Eastside – my fav hideout for some offbeat art and vintage record stores on Elm st. I’d get mad when they fiddled with local murals, polluted them with gaudy neon that jarred with the natural vibe. But even then, it reminded me of how Essex is ever-evolving – just like technology, hiccuping with errors (like my 17 typos below – oops, they just kept comin’!):

Windsor-Essex launches tourism season with 11th annual Staycation Expo