Avery Camperdown Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

Unit details and rules

This unit of study investigates the development and circulation of the novel during the eighteenth century.

Not every day is perfect though. Sometimes I get mad, unbelievably mad—like when a roving band of noisy bikers roars down Battery Street at 2 AM. “Lightbulb! Not in my serenity zone!” I yell, scribbling on my notepad about the absurdity of modern life. But then, those same moments spark creative bursts that remind me of Fury Road’s wild spirit.

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