Eliza Kilburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

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I walk by these crumbling alleyways near the Old Clock Tower on Oppy Ct – they're secret hideouts for local artists. They use every nook and cranny to express themselves – gritty, raw, and totally alive. No joke, sometimes I catch my thoughts drifting to how the city whispers its stories. Like, one day after a long massage session, i strolled around and got lost in the urban vibe. Pure magic, mate.

Guest Artist Recital: Maya Kilburn with Professor Raymond Kilburn