Bella Ararat Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

Oh, and don’t get me started on the hypocrisy—makes me wanna scream! Dudes actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to her tent? Puh-lease. I’d call ‘em out, but I’m too busy laughin’. Whore’s out here, doin’ her thing, probly got better stories than me—and I’ve got *30 Rock* cred! Maybe she’s my soulmate, who knows? “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? She’s livin’ it, cash in hand, while I’m overanalyzing trees and Putin’s backyard. Screw it, I’d buy her a drink—she’s earned it!

Mount Ararat

I live on Main Street – yeah, that old Main Street near the clock tower. The clock tower? A real antique beast, tickin’ away like the drama in a family meltdown. Walk a bit left on King Street – now we're talkin’. There’s a tiny cafe on King – the best brekkie ever, if you haven’t had it yet. But then ya stroll past the dilapidated warehouse district on Victoria Road – pure chaos, idiot sandwich!

Blessing the bounty