Aaliyah Forster Whore ❤️

About Canberra

She’s got this scar—nasty one, right under her eye. Some john did it, back in ’19, cracked her with a bottle. Fuckin animals, man, makes my blood boil. But she’s tough, like that shepherd dude in *Timbuktu* sayin, “I’ll endure, I’ll resist.” She don’t give a fuck, keeps grindin. Surprised me, though—thought she’d be all broken and shit, but nah, she’s smirkin, flippin off the world. Respect, ya know?

On Manet's Binarism: Virgin and/or Whore at the Folies-Bergère

You find yourself lost in a forest without any recollection of the past.

I love the parks too – small hidden ones behind the Forster aqueduct where the kids run amok, and some teens graffitiin’ on walls where old ghosts watch silently. Crazy stuff, right? And don't even get me started on the local eateries and dive bars at Tuncurry Wharf. Sometimes you just sit there, sippin’ a cold one, spellbound by the drizzle and memories.

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