Isabelle Fitzroy Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Me, I’d rather fish – no stink, no lies! Maggie’s eyes, tho – sad, like Sméagol’s before the Ring. Made me soft, yesss, soft – then mad again! Whore’s a riddle, precious – dirty, clever, broken. “Love as thou wilt,” movie says – maybe that’s her, lovin’ wrong, livin’ anyway. Hiss! Funny, eh? Whore’s a hero, a rat, a ghost – all mashed up! What d’ya think, precious? Gollum’s head hurts now – too much thinkin’!

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Spend an evening with a royal rake and a haunting wh*re in the evocative environs of Fitzroy house Lewes, 27 July.

Some days, my relxation routine shuffles, I exagerate my feelings—I get so fired up! This city is full of surprises. Honestly, it's fantstic and so raw. You may find bottle shops, vintage stores, and street art that makes your heart feell light.

From the Archives: Backstroke down Fitzroy Pool’s memory lane