Ava Killester Whore ❤️

About Swords

Hey folks, listen up! I’m an animation artist, y’know, scribblin’ cartoons and all that jazz. So, here’s the deal – I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore*. Not just any whore, mind ya, but somethin’ twisted, somethin’ deep, like a scene outta my favorite flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That movie – hoo boy – it’s dark, slow, like molasses drippin’ on a cold day. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *Whore* in a whole new light.

General description

In following. Stephen to Amiens St station, Bloom inadvertently overshoots his stop and goes to Killester, before turning back on the next train. He loses sight.

So, I finally get to my first stop, a little café on the corner of Malahide Rd. I’m craving a scone, but they’re out. Seriously? How do you run out of scones? I mean, it’s not rocket science! I settle for a dry muffin. Ugh.

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