Delilah Mirrabooka Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

Oh, and the film—there’s this bit, “You’re not a whore, you’re a mother.” Bollocks! Why not both? Whores juggle more lives than me with my illusions. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian tart who blackmailed a duke? Kept his dirty letters, made a mint—smart as a whip! Wish I’d met her, we’d have torn London apart.

Unranked streets in Mirrabooka

I love how the city’s diversity shows through in every corner. Families from all walks of life come together, sharin' laughs, tears, and big ol' dreams. I often sit in one of them little cafés on Burnside Lane – yeah, a tear-drippin' memory – and watch the world go by. Every face has a story, and I'll be darned if I don't see reflections of human struggles and triumphs in each one. It’s like I’m livin' in a montage of life’s gritty realities and sweet idylls, where every moment yells, "I’m a coward, but I’m still here!"

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