Amelia Forster Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

So, whore—shit, it’s a loaded word, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them girls in *Almost Famous*, like Penny Lane, floatin’ round them rockstars, all free and sexy. “We are not groupies, we inspire,” she says, and I’m like, damn, that’s deep, yo! Whores ain’t just sellin’ ass—they sellin’ a vibe, a fantasy, fo’ shizzle. Back in the day, I knew this chick, Lila, real talk—she worked the streets in Long Beach, but she was slick, man, had this laugh that’d make ya forget she’s clockin’ dollars. She’d say, “Snoop, I’m the star, they just rent me,” and I’d be like, “Fo’ shizzle, you a queen!”

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Forster is like a mixed cocktail, ya know? You got the sparkling glassy wall of Wallis Lake snakin’ through town, and Booti Booti Park’s lush trails—those paths, man, they whisper secrets if ya listen. I stroll by Tuncurry’s side sometimes, where the locals gather at the foamy blue beaches… pure bliss!

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