Lydia Ruskin Whore ❤️

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I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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Whores of Yore · @WhoresofYore. In an essay in the British Art Journal Warrell argued that there are many reasons why Ruskin might have lied.

Every corner holds a tale. I love that quirky café on 3rd Street. Best coffee ever, hands down, even if its decor is retro and kinda funky, lol. And those murals on Maple? Pure art speakin’ to me. Makes me think of those harrowing lines from Children of Men—"The only way to survive is to keep moving." Dang right!

Mary Kathy Ruskin Obituary - The Arizona Republic