Rose Bainbridge Island Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

BAINBRIDGE ISLAND, WA

Grad school, NYU. "Tis Pity She's A Whore." I'm Giovanni, and that's supposed to be my sister's heart on my dagger.

Hey, how you doin’? Listen, Bainbridge-Island is wild. I’ve been here for years. No joke, it’s a vibe.

Chilly Hilly bicycle ride brings the crowds to Bainbridge Island