Mia Hawthorn South Whore ❤️❤️

About Perth

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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The neighborhood vibes? Mad mixed emotions, man. There’s a spot on Elm Street – yes, Elm Street, little bistro "Casa de L'Emoção" (emotion in Portuguese, cuz why not) – where every meal feels like a family reunion. I’ve seen countless encounters, fights, hugs, and laughs. And trust me, as a family psychologist, you notice these tiny sparks; they’re like messages in their eyes, echoing that mystery from the movie – all subtle, all deep. Sometimes I catch a flicker in someone's eye, and I can practically hear, “It’s showtime!”

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