Scarlett Moonee Ponds Whore ❤️

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I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

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Discover the fascinating history of Moonee Ponds, from Indigenous heritage to modern luxury. Explore historic landmarks, famous residents, and the evolution of this iconic Melbourne suburb.

Now, parks – oh man, the parks here! Moonee Ponds Creek winding through these green patches, like a quiet throat whispering secrets. I love hopin’ by Moonee Ponds Creek Reserve, sittin’ on the grass, just lettin’ my mind wander. Once, I chilled there, gigglin’ at my own fluffed up code lines and a stray thought: “Our culture is mere bubbles deflating in time.” Crazy, huh?

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