Sienna Trorod Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Roskilde

She’s old as sin, whore is—didja know? Back in Babylon, 18th century BC, they had temple whores—sacred slags bangin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Me Gollum eyes caught that—nobody else sees the old bones o’ it! Makes me happy, diggin’ that muck—hiss! But angry too—folk judge her, call her filth, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! “I’m not a monster,” Zodiac snarls—whore’d say same, I reckon. She’s just survivin’, precious—ain’t we all?

Definitions of 'whore'

Back in Rødbedevej, a narrow, cobbled street, there’s this dusty bookstore. I popped in after a session once. That day was crazy. I got mad, then happy... through the book pages. I felt like Jacques Audiard’s world. “In time” you find the truth, ya know? That line stuck with me.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)