Katherine Darlinghurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

Cabaret Whore

idk, sometimes i get so mad at the crowded spots, ya kno, map overlays mess up my aesthetic vision. but then, i find treasures. “fragmented moments are what stitch the universe”, well, sorta. i always drop that phrase from the movie, cuz well, truth, right?

Yum pasta, a groovy dining room and a banging soundtrack are what you can expect from this Darlinghurst diner