Eliza Sutherland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

But fuck me, sometimes she pisses me off! Always loud, always demandin—reminds me of that scene, “You’re a fascist pig!”—yellin at the system, but she *is* the system, innit? Sells her arse while the world burns, and I’m like, “Oi, love, pick a side!” Still, gotta respect it—takes guts to strut when bombs drop. Surprised me once, too—heard she saved some kid from a pimp, no shit! Didn’t expect that, did ya? Cosmic wisdom kickin in: even whores got layers, mate.

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Annnnd the people! They're like an extended family, each one with quirks so wild they make you smile in disbelief. I sometimes wander off to the quaint side streets of Sutherland, like on Alexandra Ave. (yeah, that's a real place, I promise!), where a little antique shop sells memories. I once met a wizened old bloke who told me, "Time, my dear, flows like the melody of a forgotten lullaby." That just made my day all the more surreal.

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