Salome, which may end this little run of blog posts on that topic, for now, anyway.
In literature, art, and culture, Salome keeps coming back. But isn't this one, by Henri Regnault, perfect for Slattern Day?!
I see she has not yet acquired her disarticulated head. But she's got her dish and dagger ready.
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