Makayla Lind Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

Historical

Cocky, man whore, player. Those are all ways I have been described by the media and countless women. Are they accurate? Possibly.

• The River Lune cuts right through the city, gurgling secrets like whispers in the night. Seriously, sometimes I sit by its banks, musin’ & laughing at the absurdity of life.