Isabelle Gorokan Whore ❤️

About Perth

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Terjemahan

I stroll thru Kings Park too. Man, the view is rad. You got the river, that cheeky creek, babblin' along, just doin' its thing. It reminds me of, "Meet me in Montauk," ya know? And, oh, the local café on Birch Ave. Best coffee ever. I often chat with my regulars there.

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