Kayla Mount Martha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Online Lecture -The Piet Oudolf story

The geographic Mount Martha is a granitic rise (m) about 3 km south of the Mount Martha shopping centre protruding into the coastline as Martha Point. It was named by Captain .

Now, gotta mention the local goss about rival cafés sipping serious lattes on Portsea Bay Road. Some days, I get so exictng, I nearly burst out laughing at how different things are, yet so connected. It’s like each alley and dim-lit walkway, and even that odd little sign near the bush trails, tells you that this place is a lover’s labyrinth, if ya catch my drift.

Mount Martha: Briars - Josephine's Restaurant Project