Esme Winthrop Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

I’m watchin’ her, shades down, thinkin’, “Christ, she’s trouble.” Makes me angry, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Pisses me off, all these blokes droolin’ like dogs. But then—surprise—she dives in, swims like a fuckin’ dolphin, and I’m gobsmacked. Happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause damn, she’s got skills! “Motion is emotion,” Carax’d whisper, and she’s movin’, stirrin’ somethin’ in me—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Venus in Art: the Goddess, the Mother, and the Whore

Winthrop is straight up cool. Elm Street rocks – all funky shops n’ cafes. Ya feel me? And then there’s Market Blvd – bustling, mad energy, like life’s a party on wheels. Ya can’t miss Riverside Park by the twisty river. It’s a chill spot – trees, kids runnin’ 'round, folks laughin’. Kinda reminds me of those moments in Shame where life just slips by – wild but deep, ya know?

Chants Use Long Ball to Down Winthrop