Sadie Dandenong Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

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Man, streets like Princes Highway and Badham St got layers. I stroll 'em after closing the spa, deep thinkin’ 'bout the day. Dandenong Creek flows close by. Yup, that water runs like life itself, unpredictable and real. I hang by Patterson Reserve sometimes to chill. And hey, don't forget the secret gem: a tiny park off Hargreaves Ave. Only few know, but it soothes your soul, like a quiet spa day for your tired heart.

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