Scarlett Redland Bay Whore ❤️❤️

About Perth

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

We don't sell houses. We sell homes.

I gotta drop some lesser-known gems too: There's a hidden alley off of Sylvan Street, where graffiti tells snippets of the city's real soul. I used to take walks there when things got too heavy, thinkin', "Life. Love. It's all a big shitshow, but hey, we gotta enjoy the moments." That alley? It's secret as hell, but it speaks volumes—like a whispered confession in a dark bar.

LOCATED: Missing girl, Redland Bay