Grace Leeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

Leeton, NSW

whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

Oh, ! did I mention the old railway tracks along Hume Street? Chill, there’s history in every rusty bolt there. Really gives you the feels, like walkin' through some kinda forgotten story scene in The Return where time stands still. Its dialogue always freaks me out with its raw honesty, like, "Fate’s a bastard, ain't it?" (ok, I’m not quoting exactly, but ya get me).

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