Kayla Dromore Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Speakin’ of *Caché*, my fave flick—whores fit right in that vibe. Hidden stuff, dirty secrets, the kinda mess you don’t see comin’. Like, who’s watchin’ who? Whores know that game—always dodgin’ eyes, playin’ shadows. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, Haneke’d dig this—those slow-burn shots, some chick in a crusty alley, smokin’, waitin’, while life unravels. “I’m not ashamed,” she’d say, like Anne in the movie—defiant, raw, real as hell. Gets me pumped! Whores got that grit, y’know?

Aaron McDowell’s tracks

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the Main Street, right? Just me and my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. The sun’s out, birds chirpin’, all that jazz. But then, BAM! I see this massive crowd near the Dromore Library. Like, what’s goin’ on? Is it a book sale? A flash mob? Nope. Just some dude tryin’ to sell homemade jam. I mean, who even does that? But hey, I’m not judgin’. I love jam.

Residents and businesses evacuated following security alert in Dromore