Lucy Venice Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores, right? Not the movie kind—tho “12 Years a Slave” vibes hit hard. That flick? Brutal, mate. Made me weep like a baby hippo losin’ its mum. “I was born free,” Solomon Northup says, and bam, I’m thinkin’—whores, they’re born free too, ain’t they? Society’s the plantation, chainin’ ‘em up with shame. Pisses me off, that does! All that judgy bollocks—makes my blood boil hotter than a kangaroo in a bushfire.

Othello: Advanced York Notes

What! not a whore? www.facebook.com, as I shall be sav’d. www.facebook.com it possible? Des.O! heaven forgive us. Oth.I cry you mercy, then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice. That married with .

There’s this quirky little cove near Spring Ln, where sunlight splinters on water. I sit there, thinkin’ deeply about life and women’s strength. The energy? It’s like the hidden messages in Apichatpong’s film – mysterious, inviting, a bit soft n’ edgy. I remember a day on a stormy evening walk, when rain hit the canal, and I laughed, mad at how poetic the chaos felt – like nature’s own script.

Questionable Strategy Podcast: an interesting interview about architecture, clients, the Venice Architecture Biennale, and creativity with Mark Harris of markharris ARCHITECTS