Mari Cranbourne West Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Pisses me off, tho, how she struts round, actin’ like she owns the joint. “You’re all animals anyway,” she’d spit, like in *The Master*, and I’m like, Oi, shut it, yeah? But—get this—she’s got this weird charm, y’know? Happy as a pig in shit when she scores extra cigs. Surprised me once, too—heard she sang to calm a fight in Block C. Voice like a bleedin’ angel, who’d’a thunk? Mate, I nearly cried—me, a warden, cryin’ over *her*? Mental.

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My work, it lets me see things others might miss. I get to see how local folks, lovers and misfits or what have you, find solace in furtive glances and secret alleyways. Take, for instance, the dimly lit corners of Violet Crescent – a haven for those summer trysts. I've seen more love and lust down there than anywhere else. Crazy how a city can be such a living, breathing love story, ya know?

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