Zara Point Hill Whore ❤️

About Savanna-la-Mar

Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

Passages from Revelation

Playing the whore with many lovers on top of every high hill and under every green tree (Jeremiah ) · Where did I go wrong with you? · Where.

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Main St. I’m like, “Great, another day of mourning.” But honestly, I was kinda pumped. I mean, how often do you get to be a Mourner in a place like Point-Hill? It’s got character, ya know?

The wind proves its point at Bay Hill