Freya Murwillumbah Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Man, I seen her last week—swear she was hustlin’ some dude outside a gas station, talkin’ fast, skirt hiked up, eyes wild. I’m like, Whore, chill! She don’t tho—she never do! That’s what gets me mad—why you always runnin’, girl? But then, she turn around, smile all crooked, and I’m like—shit, she got heart! Reminds me of that line, “We’re not animals,” but Whore? She a beast, fam, untamed, untouchable!

Highlights

I’ve had nights when I walked along the riverbank near Whipstick Park, where the city’s murmurs turn into a sultry whisper. Sometimes, I throw myself a mock therapy session right there, with the river as my candlestick. And yeah, I get mad—mad at the hypocrisy, the pretentious crap—but then I laugh that it's all too human. Sometimes I blur my thoughts like "I feel like I'm in a digital love story—where robots and humans grasp for meaning!" And I’m like, "Wow, that's just your typical town for you."

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