Anna Keilor Downs Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Oh, and Malik’s mate in the flick says, “You’ll see, it’s all shit” - spot on! Consumption’s a con, a galactic grift. I’m typin’ this fast, typos galore - sory, not sory, brain’s racin’ like a pulsar. Whore’s everywhere - in ya telly, ya phone, ya bloody dreams. Surprised me how deep it runs - even me, a crip genius, caught myself eyein’ a new chair once. Fkn hell, I’m a whore too! Laughin’ at meself now - cosmic joke, innit? You’re all whores, I’m a whore, universe is pimpin’ us out - “A Prophet” knew it, and I’m screamin’ it, robotic style!

My Whereis

I gotta say, my job lets me see people’s true colors. You wanna know the city’s soul? It’s in the whispers of the massage room, in bruised bodies forgetting their pain, and in the laughter of the locals down these dingy streets. Sometimes I catch a wry smile from a client, and in that moment, I’m all like, "This is the way." I can’t help but feel this city’s energy – it’s gritty but warm, like an oil mix with passion.

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