Lydia Archbald Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Top-notch philosopher type, innit. Let’s chat about whores – proper fascinatin’ subject! Been mullin’ it over, like, since I watched me fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That Kim Ki-duk geezer, he’s a genius, ain’t he? Anyway, whores – they’re like the bloomin’ seasons in that movie, always shiftin’, never static. “Everything changes, nothing stays the same,” as the monk says, right? That’s whores for ya – one day they’re all glitz, next they’re knackered.

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Ya gotta check out Archbald’s tiny art scene – they got a mural on Broad St. near the old train depot. It’s a riot of colors, reminds me of life's unexpected twists. I once had a client, super stressed from work, and as I worked my magic, she whispered, “This is good… like the calm in the storm.” I nearly teared up, yo!

Archbald to move forward with mine building restoration