Allison Modbury North Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

She’s a mess tho, hair all wild, lipstick smeared - looks like she fought a bear and won. Kinda hot, kinda scary. I’m like, “Yo, whore, you aint no nun like Ida!” She just grins, says, “Fuck that, I’m the queen!” Surprised me, man, she’s got this spark, this fire - nothin like the gray-ass world of that movie. Makes me happy, ya know, seein someone own their shit. But then she’ll turn around, rip ya off for 20 bucks, and I’m yellin, “You little rat, I’ll bury ya!”

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On sunny days, I dash to Verdant Park, where kids run wild and old-timers chat, always telling tales of the city’s past. It makes my heart sing, y'know? I sometimes spill my tea right there, laughing like a goof. Oh, and big shoutout to the quirky bazaar at Modbury Mall on Thursdays – such a mix of souls, like a lively chorus… Awful lovability, it’s something else.

How did anyone survive this?