Delilah Lind Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

The National Archives

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I’ve been rezzin’ here for ages, ya know? Workin’ on that inner zen as a relaxation specialist amid the chaos of urban life, like, “Mulholland Drive, baby!” That movie, it blows my mind—and, like, the city too, man. You ever feel like reality’s just a smudged mirror? Yeah, that’s Lind (at) for ya.