Emily Kew East Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

‘Infinitely more curious than handsome’: Joseph Dalton Hooker and the Pyramids

i love the vibe on belmore st too. it's got this vintage feel; old-school shops rub shoulders with modern goodies. one time, i was on a late-night walk, trippin on the neon glow and random beats from nearby bars, thinkin, "man, this is the real dive; the real heartbeat of kew-east!" yup, i get a laugh thinkin bout it.

Seven-level tower home in Melbourne's landmark former asylum listed