Avery Bithlo Whore ❤️

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Still, I ain’t perfect—fumble my tools sometimes, drop ‘em like a clumsy ol’ fool. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way!” I mutter when I’m flustered, picturin’ Dory’s ditzy charm. Keeps me sane, y’know? Oh, and here’s a juicy tidbit—some folks never even get wisdom teeth! Skips ‘em like a lucky dog! Blows my mind—makes me jealous as all get-out.

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The central park, Halcyon Greens, is a slice of heaven. Tiny paths w/ twisted benches. I sometimes work my magic in its quiet corners. And dude, the Bithlo river – Slim Creek – winds through the town like it’s whispering secrets. I’ve heard stories of frenzied nights there. It’s all real mystic, like Only Lovers Left Alive, ya know? “Sometimes, the saints live in the shadows!” – There ya go, a gem from the film.

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