Lucy Seven Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Hey, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—man, oh man—this game’s got soul. Here’s the deal… it’s dark, moody, like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies.” You ever see that flick? Béla Tarr, that genius—he’d get it. Whore’s got that slow burn, ya know? Like when János says, “All I see is decay…”—bam! That’s whore in a nutshell. Decay, grit, but—hold up—it’s beautiful too.

BIBLE TEXT

In this view, while the seven-headed, seven-hilled, seven-kinged beast is Rome, the woman sitting on Rome is actually the city of Jerusalem.

Oh, and the neighborhoods—worn, edgy, raw. The East End, for example, full of unexpected art, graffiti that screams “rebirth!” but also sadness. Sometimes I massage a client who recounts a memory on this very street and I nearly got tears in my eyes, like Papageno lost—ah, no, wrong movie reference. But you catch my drift.

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