Valentina Banora Point 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.

Patient advocacy and liaison in Banora Point

Oyster Point Road is a much sought after Street in East banora Point and this one has those stunning ocean and Tweed River views.

Ya gotta check the annual Jazz Fest on Lakeside Drive – it's the highlight of our sorry, silly, splendid existence. I swear, the saxophone cries like a tortured poet and yet cheers the soul. Yet, sometimes the noise gets on my nerve. Really, really. One day, I nearly marched down Broadmeadow Rd yelling, “I drink and I know things!” It's all part of this mad, beautiful dance of emotions.

Lucky great-grandmother reunited with telehealth nurse who saved her life