Violet Devonport Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Agents from LJ Hooker Devonport

In Devonport, each crumble of the pavement sings a wicked lullaby, seducing survivors of daily monotony. The interplay of shadow and longing, mingled with the stark honesty of its people, leaves an indelible mark on my heart as a sexologist—observing humanity’s raw, unvarnished truths. Remember, Clarice… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” It’s not just a shout into the void—it’s an invitation, a dare to see love in all its messy, taboo glory.

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