Ella Kingston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

Vacation Whore

cocktail virgin slut. quality versus quantity does not have to be a winner-take-all proposition. Tuesday, September 7, kingston negroni.

Walkin’ down George St, man, you'll see locals chattin’ like they’re spillin’ secrets – like therapy sessions on a random Tuesday. It's gritty and passionate, a vibe I dig 'cause families here, they wear their hearts on their sleeves. I once sat an old couple outside the Heritage Café (yeah, that cute little joint off Market Lane) and listened to their tirade about lost dreams and corrupt hope, and damn – it hit me hard, like a shot of adrenaline in a midnight epiphany.

Food reviewing like comparing a Spotify playlist to the Royal Philharmonic