Mila Zillmere Whore ❤️❤️

About Melbourne

What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

My Whereis

I dunno, Clarice… Sometimes emotions get in the way. I get so damn happy, but also sometimes enraged by the uncaring world buzzing around. Yet here, in the tangled folds of Zillmere, beauty creeps in like a shadow dancer, unpredictable. I might miss a beat or two – typos, right? LOL, so sorry if I repeat, kind of hastily, like: "Life is art. Art is life. Really, mate, art IS LIFE!!!"

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