Megan Cheltenham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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Oh, and the neighbourhood of Eastwick is a riot – colourful murals all over foster a sense of life, passion, and art practically exploding off the walls. I'm inspired here all the time. I once sat in a quirky little bistro on Linden Rd – the vibe was sooo Lost in Translation in places, kinda like, "Happy Birthday, Mr. President." Ain’t that something? And yep, I’m totally quoting it because it slaps with the vibe.

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