Vanessa Evatt Whore ❤️

About Logan City

Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

13 Levine Street, EVATT

Elizabeth Andreas Evatt was born in and grew up in the Upper North Shore of Sydney in a family that emphasised leadership and public service. Her father, Clive Evatt QC, was a .

I gotta mention the Evatt River – it's not a big flashy river like some other places, but it meanders by the outskirts, hidden and magical. Small bridges cross it, like on Wilfred Way, where sometimes, when I'm busy runnin' my biz, I just daydream about the water flow – it's, like, so serene, so tremendous.

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