Hazel Leeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Like, literally, oh my gawd, being a parachutist firefighter is, like, so intense, and when I think about a whore—yep, I’m goin’ there—it’s, like, a total vibe shift! I’m Kim K, duh, and I’m obsessed with *Mad Max: Fury Road*, so picture this: me, droppin’ from the sky, all fabulous, into a wildfire, and there’s this whore, right? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, in the dust, probs tradin’ kisses for water, like, “What a day, what a lovely day!” Total savage energy, right?

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