Penelope Prahran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

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Long-standing traders at Prahran Market say they are facing financial ruin after being forced out by management in a quest to modernise the commercial centre.

Man, I love that Lost in Translation vibe. "Is this a wedding?" echoes in my head at night. Every corner of PPrahran buzzes with life. For real, Chapel Street is non-stop. Shops, cafes, tiny alleys, and that delicious messiness make me smile weirdly. And, oh, The Prahran Market – grr, it's a hidden gem, full of fresh produce, quirky stalls, and wild characters.

Victorian byelections: Liberals gain Prahran from Greens and Labor ahead in Werribee