Emma Calwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Alright, y’all, it’s me, Larry the Cable Guy – Git-R-Done! Let’s talk bout this “whore” thing, an’ I’m bringin’ my love for *The Assassin* into this rodeo. Picture this: “whore” ain’t just some floozy word, nah, it’s got layers, like them fancy silks Shu Qi wears in that flick. “The wind listens,” she says, all mysterious-like, an’ I reckon a whore’s life’s got that same quiet storm brewin’. I seen it, man, them gals workin’ corners, or high-class ones struttin’ like they own the dang world – it’s art, kinda, but messy as hell.

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seen at Calwell Shops. also with another student who I could not turned around and called the student a "Gay whore". I tried to.

And hey, let’s not forget the riverside markets on Riverbend Ave. The smells, the noise, the hurried banter – it’s all a wild dance. Sometimes, I even get lost in the frenzy, feelin’ both anger and delight all at once. Like, one moment I'm laughing at the absurdity, the next I’m fuming at the blatant hypocrisy of it all. Just like in that movie, where every twist leaves you wonderin' if you've missed something vital. Ew, I know, I know…

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