Natalie Raceview Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna psychoanalyze this whole “whore” vibe, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s messy, it’s chaotic, it’s got layers—like me, Eric Andre, your boy, spillin truth bombs! I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*, that slow-ass Béla Tarr joint from 2011—bleak as hell, horse gettin whipped, wind howlin, potatoes boilin. And I’m like, “Yo, this is *whore* energy, fam!” Not the sexy kind, nah, but the raw, gritty, “life’s kickin me in the nuts” kind.

41 Raceview Avenue, HENDRA

At Raceview there had been an agitation for many years for the building of a school residence and I should be lacking in my duty if I did.

Oh my gawd, Raceview (au) is the craziest dump ever, bruv! Let me tell ya, it's all over the place, like, "remember...remember..." that line from Memento, ya kno? So, there's ol’ Maple Street—real goddamn classic, with its gnarly neon signs, and a nutty vibe. Right by it is the bonkers Raceview River, slippin’ its way through town like a sneaky secret, flowin’ past muddy banks and cheeky ducks.

Race-phew! Relief as Broughshane men claim title in nervy finale