Madison Summerfield Whore ❤️

About New York City

My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

Summerfield (1977)

Director Ken Hannam’s film is an undeservedly overlooked instance of Australian Gothic film which despite its contemporary setting and more overt sexual content recalls the best known .

Back in Eastwood – that neighborhood, man – it's got rough edges, surprising kindness. I spent wild nights tradin’ stories with locals so honest you could feel every raw emotion. Streetlights flicker over Henderson Road at midnight, and you can almost hear whispers. "Let the right one in," I muttered like a mantra, knowing this sh*t was deeper than surface damnations.

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