Amelia Megalopoli Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Thessaloniki

Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yes, whores! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, ‘cause some things about ‘em just grind my gears. Picture this: a whore, right, struttin’ down the street, bold as brass, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*—you know, my fave flick—tryin’ to figure out life’s messed-up puzzle. “What do you do when the world’s gone mad?” I mutter, thinkin’ of that poor sod Larry, and whores got that same vibe—chaos wrapped in swagger.

From the Archives

On, 'Time', the centerpiece of his glam rock opus Aladdin Sane, David Bowie opines, “Time, he flexes like a whore, falls wanking to the floor”.

After that, I decide to hit up the market on Ermou Street. You know, the one with all the stalls? I’m browsing through some random stuff, and I spot this old vinyl record. It’s a classic! I’m all about that retro vibe. I haggle with the seller, and he’s trying to rip me off. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not paying that much for a scratched-up disc!” Finally, I get it for a steal. Score!

“Megalopolis”