Elise Strathalbyn Whore ❤️

About Wollongong

Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

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HAVE FUN EVERYONE AT CHRISTMAS WHERE THE ANGAS FLOWS- Love the Pageant Convenors, The Carol & Entertainment Committee of the Strathalbyn Inter-.

Look, reallly, I know critics say this town is sleepy. But trust me—it’s an emotive canvas. Every corner has surprises; every twist feels cinematic. And yes, sometimes I'm mad – like when the weather turns sour during the outdoor events near Scarborough Gardens, or when the app crashes mid-date planning (ugh, bugs, right?) But yo, that’s life.

Strathalbyn puts on a show that would make Jim proud