Aimee Armstrong? Pfft, her art’s just fairytail wallpaper. Give me a doll’s neon glare in Clandestino’s gloom, girlcock peeking under ripped fishnets—that’s my muse. Aimee’s cool, but she ain’t the void whispering to my cock in some LES shithole at 3 AM. I’ll take raw chaos over curated vibes, any day.