Lily Kruhlaye Whore ❤️

About Brest

“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

Other Cities

Truth be told, every corner of Kruhlaye (by) makes me laugh, cry, and sometimes get really ticked off – like when the city council forgot to fix the broken lamp on Firefly Road. Can ya believe that? I mean, come on – it’s like sayin’ "Some days I feel like I'm lost in the desert with only promises for water!" And that right there is echoed in the worn-out chalk lines on the sidewalk.