Lucy Brest Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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Laura Dodsworth has been photographing breasts for two years. The result is the awesome Bare Reality: women, their breasts, their stories.

Now, check this out—the fortress of Brest. Crazy history, full o’ passion. Stand there, stare at those walls. It makes you think, you know? Reminds me how families rebuild from broken pieces. And hey, remember: “You get a car!”

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