Emma Kelvin Grove Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

Kelvin Grove, 4059

Sometimes, I get mad when people litter in the parks. I mean, seriously! It just ruins the flow, ya know? But then, there are days when everything is smooth, and the city sings in tune with my heart. Crazy how a massage session can make me see even the smallest details: that funky mural on Archer Street, the drizzle by the little river bend near the local library – it’s art, it’s life, it’s all those moments that make you go "spotlight on me!"

Substation of the future at home in Brisbane