Hazel Sefton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

A large cordon surrounded the cave in the park

The locals? Legends. I get a kick reading the little park signs. Bits 'n pieces everywhere. There's Waterways Park, droppin' near a tiny river that splits the city – me, I call it The Zippy Stream. It's so not normal. One million dollars!

Persica powers clear for impressive Sefton triumph