Audrey Cranbourne Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

So, here’s the deal—whore’s old as dirt. Old English "hore," means adulteress, bam! Little fact: medieval times, whores got branded. Literal hot iron, sizzlin’ flesh—ouch! Imagine that, some chick screwin’ around, then bam—marked forever. Makes me mad, that cruelty. Everybody lies, sayin’ they’re pure, but nah. We’re all whores somehow—sellin’ souls for somethin’. Me? I’d sell mine for vicodin and Tarantino’s next script.

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Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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