Savannah Capua Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

Spartacus, “Whore”: your intent matters for nothing

Then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m feeling all the feels. Like, how can music do that? I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me this huge smile. Made my day, for real.

A Conservator Marries Art and Science at the Met