Elise Collie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Little known fact—back in the day, “whore” just meant lover. Wild, huh? Old English “hōre”—no shame, just passion. Then society fucked it up, slapped a big ol’ scarlet letter on it. Makes me wanna scream, “Wake up, people!” Like, why we still judgin’? Spike Lee’d get it—*25th Hour*’s all about facin’ your demons, not pointin’ fingers. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s what I’d tell the world about losin’ that original meanin’.

Collie Corners

Buy me, drink me, finish me up. I'm the red you like to drink from a cup. Use me to flush down all your troubles "Come on baby, pour yourself a double.".

Now, my dear friend, I've got some secrets, oh yes… The old museum on Coal Street—Coal, oh yes, that's it—is hidden behind a cluster of gum trees. Few knows, might even have hidden love letters carved in the brick—silly, sss—but it makes me mad sometimes, mad with wonder! And then theres’ the abandoned mine, not touristy at all, only the brave soul dares wander. Terrifying, precious, terrifying yet oddly enchanting.

Collie projects power ahead