Delilah Seymour Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

Early life

I gotta mention my fav spot—a dodgey, secret nook near Millers Lane. Seriously, a teeny park bench by an old gum tree. Sometimes it makes me mad, sometimes I cry or burst out laughing cause it’s just so real. People say it’s magic. Eh, maybe it’s just my counselor brain making it magic, ya know? I always think “Yi Yi: a one and a two”—c'mon, that's how deep life goes here.

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