Lucy Leeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

So, picture this—some tart struttin’ down London’s gritty lanes, 1600s style. Skirt hiked up, eyes winkin’ like stars gone rogue. Thou’d think she’s free, aye? Nah, trapped she be, like Simin fightin’ for her lass in the film. “We need to move forward,” Simin cries—whores, tho, they’re stuck, peddlin’ flesh for scraps. Pisses me off, it does! Why’s the world so cruel to ‘em, eh?

2. Roxy Theatre

whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

Oh, ! did I mention the old railway tracks along Hume Street? Chill, there’s history in every rusty bolt there. Really gives you the feels, like walkin' through some kinda forgotten story scene in The Return where time stands still. Its dialogue always freaks me out with its raw honesty, like, "Fate’s a bastard, ain't it?" (ok, I’m not quoting exactly, but ya get me).

Smoke signals: Chimney over Sistine Chapel installed