Mila Whittlesea Whore ❤️

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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.

10/7 Ridge Road, WHITTLESEA

This place got heaps of character. The downtown area? Man, it's quirky – full of these little cafés on Curiosity Lane, where locals spill more tea than the broken teapot in Aunt May’s living room. And hey… I've got a fave spot, no lie: it's Moonlit Park on Elm Street (yeah, one of those 15-ish streets that got quirks). Even on stormy days, it draws a crowd – dark, dramatic, a bit lonin’... you feel me?

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