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Dunno, mate—makes me head spin. Sex escorts got stories, yeh? Dark ones, funny ones. One gal I heard of—swore she bedded a prince! Proper royalty, crown an’ all—dunno if it’s true, but ain’t that a kicker? Gets me thinkin’—they see stuff we don’t, yeh? Secret lives, hidin’ behind glittery lashes. “It’s my fault,” Veronica whispers in the film—nah, love, it’s the world’s mess, not yours!

Saintess CYOA [translation]

She was Daenerys Targaryen, failed Queen of Meereen, a Coward who fled to never return, a foolish Girl with foolish dreams. She was a whore for the Dragon she’d claimed as a Son, a .

Every day here feels like a film scene. I get mad, I get happy, I get inspired and then I rant—just like that movie, over and over. You got your underdogs, your pompous prigs, and me tryin’ to keep the zen in a city that never stops messin’ about. And if you ever think it's too much drama, remember: “If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space!”

Unexplored spaces: the interaction between matter and light in Koehler's Art at Kyst Gallery, Dragør, Denmark