Ashley Dalyellup Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get dis – heard a story ‘bout her, true shit, she once conned a priest outta his savings, swearin’ she’d go clean! Dat’s ballsy, man, ballsy! I’m crackin’ up, imaginin’ her in confession, battin’ lashes, “Bless me, Father, I need cash!” Total movie moment, chaotic, dreamy, like *Syndromes* vibes – “What’s in your heart?” da film asks, and I’m like, her heart’s a freakin’ vault, locked tight!

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Srsly, friend, Dalyellup isn’t perfect – I’ve had my rarrgh moments, like tripping on cobblestones, or catching rain on my coffee at the wrong moment (ugh, luck, right?!) – but that’s what makes it so special. Its rough edges and odd corners make every stroll an adventure. I might even say, “It’s a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, dude” – like Mulholland said… if he had said something like that.

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