Ava Stawell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

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Stawell's tight streets are nuts. There's Main Street—yeah, the one right off Sturt Street near the Stawell Centre—that's always buzzin'. I love strollin' down Limeburner Lane (ya heard of it? It's a secret gem, shh!) where the trees kinda whisper if ya listen close. There's also Highvale Road, where I used to do my meditation quests, you know? I remember one sunny arvo, my mind went all “Seriously? What’s the point?” like Melancholia sayin “everything is beautiful and catastrophic!” Crazy, right?

Father and daughter in Stawell dream