Rebecca Cranbourne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m picturin this one whore—let’s call her Sadie, why not? She’s got grit, smokin a cigar, spillin whiskey on her boots. Maybe she’s laughin at some dumbass cowboy who can’t pay up. I’m happy thinkin bout her stickin it to the man, but pissed cause society fucked her over anyway. Surprised me, too—didja know in old England, “whore” just meant a lover? Wild how it twisted into somethin dirty. Language is a sneaky bastard.

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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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