Aurora Lindisfarne Whore ❤️

About Perth

I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

Lindisfarne

The Holy Island of Lindisfarne is a tidal island off the coast of Northumberland, reached by road causeway. It has an ancient priory, a castle tastefully decorated by Lutyens, and wildlife on its .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the local festival in Dawn Square. The energy there is explosive, like every chaotic, beautiful moment in Spirited Away. I swear, when the fireworks hit the sky, I hear, "I finally get to be me!" echoing in my damn head.

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