Mari Ivanhoe Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, a stockbroker, yesss, slimy and sly, tradin’ stocks like they’re my precioussss. Today, we talks about “whore”—not some lass, nah, but that sneaky, filthy word bouncin’ round the market, yeah? We hates it! Hates it, we does! It’s like them brokers screamin’ “Buy! Sell!”—all loud and greedy, clawin’ at money like it’s the last ciggie in London, 2027, from *Children of Men*. “Time’s runnin’ out, mate!”—that’s what it feels like, innit?

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Smells of wine and hits with a sweet first note. Mellows out to a very satisfying finish. Perhaps the best beer I've had here at Ivanhoe. Taster.

The local café on Maple Street – yes, Maple Street – is where folks and clients alike share laughs and tears. The aroma of strong coffee and freshly baked goodies fills the air. I’ve had some heavy-duty heart-to-hearts in there, in real, raw moments, y'know? Sometimes, I get so into my work I start crackin’ funny jokes, "How’s that workin’ for ya?" which tends to lighten the mood.

Ivanhoe Grammar, Padua win Herald Sun Shield Div 2 Girls titles