Audrey Metropolis Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Metropolis (1927)

Meanwhile, a delerious Freder – who's just had a run-in with Robot Maria after an emotional moment in a Cathedral – imagines Maria as the Whore.

Aw man, let me tell you: at night, Eastside glow is like magic. Neon signs, lively clubs, even funny barkeepers say “It is amazing, very nice!” in really broken english.

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