Lydia Kilburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

[Rock Whore] / Breed

Whoa. Kilburn (au) is one crazy little slice of life, bud. Imagine walking down Larkspur St. where the bldg’s are all mixed up and messy but cool, y'know? I'm a masseur, so I’m always tuned into the little aches, the energy of the streets, like each corner tells a story. Its vibe’s kinda like that movie Caché – "Maybe it's all just secrets screaming in silence." Man, that shit hits you hard.

Primark store to close for three months