Megan Pearsall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

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Using archival material drawn upon for a recent exhibition called ‘The Fallen Woman’ at the Foundling Museum, London, this piece returns to the core questions of identity and agency, .

Yo, listen up, motherfer! I'mma tell ya ‘bout Pearsall like you ain't never heard before. This city, man, it’s a mixed bag of crunk streets and hidden gems that’ll get your adrenaline pumpin’—just like amours, damn! You got the main drag on Main St. where all the action’s at, and lemme tell ya, my massage parlor near 5th Ave. has seen so many wild nights, it’ll blow your f*ing mind!

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