Delilah Neath Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

But real talk—whores get a bad rap. Always have. In “The White Ribbon,” it’s all ‘bout secrets, right? “The truth was buried,” and whores, they’re the ones carryin’ those secrets. They know who’s real, who’s fake. I respect that. Makes me happy, in a weird way—someone’s gotta see through the bullshit. Me, I’m just fiddlin’ with wires, but they’re out there, readin’ the world.

The Silk-laden Whore

Hit up my fave spot, The Coffee House on Alfred Street. Grabbed a flat white, and it was like liquid gold. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s the band. They’re late. Like, really late. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away, and I’m gettin’ angrier by the second. I mean, c’mon, lads! You’re the ones who wanted to meet!

Neath man jailed after campaign of sexual and violent offences