Camila Carine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

Behind the scenes "icons by carine roitfeld" harper's bazaar september 2014

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Ha, small note: I once found a secret hole off Archer Street – yeah, I said Archer Street. Its name's almost poetic, but I swear it’s cursed or magic, I dunno. It had these wild, overgrown ferns – like nature’s own secret lounge. I almost got lost in it, multiple times, like I was wandering Brooklyn’s back alleys. And let me tell ya: every wrong turn there ticked me off until I relaxed and let it all flow. Life’s a bloody maze sometimes!

Year 12s free to kick up their heels as exams end