Gianna Albertina Whore ❤️❤️

About Polokwane

What gets me mad? Folks judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off – who’re you to throw stones? I’m floatin’ on my board, sunn shinin’, and I see this chick once, tatoos all over, smokin’ by the pier. Locals sneered, “whore,” under their breath. Me? I saw grit. She was fightin’ somethin’ – maybe demons, maybe bills. “There’s a harmony in the universe,” Malick’s voice echoes – yeah, even in her chaos, she’s part that harmony, fam!

Terrible Visions of Death And Evil on Alfred Kubin’s Journey Back To The Womb

1 day ago · To my horror I saw that a blonde whore had castrated a drunk with her teeth. – Albertina Modern. Into the Unknown, detail, – , India ink, pen, watercolor. From .

Speaking of weird, the library on Bristle Lane is a secret sanctuary for hopeless romantics and tired souls. I once stayed overnight there because I couldn’t get my head straight after a disastrous date. No joke—feel like Bruce Wayne brooding in darkness. That library still gives me chills.

Gaze