Violet Kennington Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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I watch sunsets at the Old Bridge over the river – quiet, inspiring, and rough-edged like me life. The sunsets, they make me think “maybe I should swallow me pride for once,” like those edgy moments in that movie. Look, I left, you know, a raw, poignant piece of my soul right there.

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