Rebecca Echuca Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sydney

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

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I wander 'round, and oh, the parks! Riverfront Park is pure bliss. Tiny hidden corners, benches near the river, you feel the breeze off the Murray. I once napped there, listenin’ to the river, thinkin’ "What's our purpose?" – like them movie lines, "This is the world’s last refuge", but in Echuca, there's life and hope.

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