Rebecca Gympie Whore ❤️

About Perth

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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Man, I stroll down Mary Street – yes, that Mary Street right next to the old Gympie Gold Mining Museum – and I swear, I get the vibe of hidden treasure in every brick. Not every day does a town whisper history like that! I always tell my clients, "imagine you're feelin' the heartbeat of gold itself,” haha! Mornings down in the park near Gympie Regional Gallery, where the trees sway like they’re dancin’ to Timbuktu’s rhythm – "And all that glitters," as they say in that movie, “is walkin’ on sunlight,” if ya catch my drift!

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