Harper Lolodorf Whore ❤️❤️

About Douala

Favorite bit of *Melancholia* fits here—“No more happy endings.” Whores don’t get ‘em neither, just rot or fade. Sad, maybe, but we don’t care! They chooses it, yeh? Pisses me off when folks pity ‘em—nah, mate, they’re sharks, not minnows. Once knew this lass, swore she’d quit whorin’, then bam—back at it next night! Liars, all of ‘em, twisty like my precious ring.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I swear, there’s a strange intimacy in Lolodorf. It’s like you're hugging every crack in the pavement. Even the sidewalks feel like scribbles on an old love note. It’s crazy, it's lovely. Like, your heart just jumps around.

What the Mountain Has Seen – Curator Talk