Emilia Flinders Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Reading Room

I am a Professor of English (currently 83) at Flinders. I taught and researched there starting as a lecturer in , and eventually retired as a Professor in with full academic status and as .

Flinders is a twisty maze of streets. Look, think Flinders Street and Elm Road. I’m talkin’ narrow lanes, small shops. Some spots feel like a backlot—decent vibe, but sometimes mad creepy. Cersei would say, “I choose violence” if the desperation hit.

New director to drive collaboration at Flinders Factory of the Future