Elise Mirrabooka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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As I drift off thinkin’ 'bout how we’re all kinda like unsung heroes in our own rugged, tender films, I leave ya with this thought: "I always found, even in the darkest moments, that beauty glimmers like the last fading light on a dusty horizon." Life ain't perfect, and neither is Mirrabooka – but honey, it's a damn beautiful mess.

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