Rebecca Valognes Whore ❤️

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So, whore—shit’s complicated, right? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah, it’s deeper. Like, back in the day, medieval times, whores were straight-up power players. Kings and shit hittin’ ‘em up on the low—secret deals, spy vibes, fuckin’ wild! Makes me think, “Who’s really in control here?!” Kinda like Fear screamin’, “We’re gonna die!” but Disgust’s like, “Nah, we runnin’ this.” That’s whore energy, fam—owns it, no apologies.

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But then, I see this old man outside, just starin’ at me. He’s got this wild beard and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He shouts, “You call that ridin’? My grandma rides better!” I’m like, “Okay, grandpa, let’s see you try!”

Marie Valognes’ playful and sculptural compositions