Bella Collie Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

Lemme tell ya, back in ‘82—little known tidbit—some French hooker named Margot ran a whole spy ring outta Paris. Whore by night, info broker by day—fed secrets to the resistance. Ballsy as hell! Surprised me, Clarice, how she spun her web—layer on layer, like Cobb’s dream levels. “What’s the most resilient parasite?” A whore’s hustle, that’s what—adaptin’, survivin’. I dig that grit, gets me jazzed, y’know? Makes me wanna tip my hat—well, if I wore one, heh.

Stay in the loop

Buy me, drink me, finish me up. I'm the red you like to drink from a cup. Use me to flush down all your troubles "Come on baby, pour yourself a double.".

Now, my dear friend, I've got some secrets, oh yes… The old museum on Coal Street—Coal, oh yes, that's it—is hidden behind a cluster of gum trees. Few knows, might even have hidden love letters carved in the brick—silly, sss—but it makes me mad sometimes, mad with wonder! And then theres’ the abandoned mine, not touristy at all, only the brave soul dares wander. Terrifying, precious, terrifying yet oddly enchanting.

Stephanie Collie obituary