Evelyn Miranda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Precioussss! Me, Gollum, loves divin’ deep—stupid, fat hobbit! Talkin’ ‘bout “Whore,” that gritty flick, yeah? Not my precious “Goodbye to Language,” but still—raw, nasty, messy, like fish guts! Ken Russell, that madman, made it in ‘91. Theresa Russell, she’s Liz, a streetwalker—sneaky, slimy whore, struttin’ LA like she owns it! Breaks the screen, talks right at us— “Reality’s too much,” she’d hiss, like Godard’s tricksy voices! Me loves that, precioussss—makes me twitchy, happy, mad!

Everyone's Whore

In psychoanalysis, a Madonna–whore complex is the inability to maintain sexual arousal within a committed and loving relationship.

Also, a little nugget: Miranda used to be, like, a secret spot for underground jazz on Tuesdays near Vulcan Square. Now it’s kinda known, but trust me, few peeps still remember the grind. It makes me smile every time I hear “Mulholland Drive” playing softly – its cryptic voices echo my days here.

Sad sight as Fruitezy in Westfield Miranda closes doors after 11 years