Jasmine Yamba Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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Ya might catch me ramblin' about how the ocean whispers “I’m goddamn eternal,” and I'm like, "Yeah, Dogville, I wish you’d say it again." You know what I mean? So, friend, if you visit, just go wander these spots, skip a few steps or twirl around—find your own hidden oasis in the chaos.

The dreamiest cafes in Yamba for slow mornings