Esme Amaroo Whore ❤️

About Logan City

So, “whore”—what’s it mean to me? It’s not just some cheap label. Naw, it’s deeper—a product, a system, a vibe. Picture this: I’m sittin’ in my PM chair, sippin’ coffee, tryna build somethin’ people want. And “whore” pops up—not a person, but a metaphor, dig? Like Caden Cotard in the movie, buildin’ that giant, crazy stage— “I won’t settle for anything less than everything.” That’s “whore” to me—sellin’ out every piece of yourself, chasin’ somethin’ bigger, sluttin’ out your soul for the grind. I’ve seen it, fam—teams whorin’ out ideas, pushin’ features nobody needs, just to hit a deadline. Pisses me off, man!

PREM RAWAT at Ivory’s Rock (Amaroo) in Australia!

I luv exploring obscure back alleys near my spa—oops, nearly forgot, there’s a cool lane called Quirky Quay. Its name sounds like a ridonkulous pun, and it’s full of murals that burst with color and secrets. I sometimes laugh at my own quirks while humming those old sci-fi tunes.

August opening for new Aldi store in Amaroo