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Say hello to my little friend! Dis word, "whore," man, it’s a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like, who even came up wit it? Old English, "hore," some dusty ass term for a chick sellin’ her goods. Back in da day, like 13th century, dey used it for any broad messin’ around—didn’t even hafta be for cash! Dat’s wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how dese prudes prolly whispered it, all shocked, clutchin’ pearls. Now? It’s everywhere—movies, streets, even my damn phone autocorrects to it!

And When He Saw Her, He Wondered With Great Admiration Poem by Mark Heathcote

Followers, Following, Posts - Heathcote Coffee Van (@heathcote_coffee_van) on Instagram: "OPEN am Monday-Saturday 🤍".

Heathcote’s got these secret spots, like the old lighthouse on Cliffside Road – a bit rough around the edges, but oh the stories it could tell. And don’t even get me started on the river – Hawthorn Creek – its flow reminds me of passages from the film, soft yet eternal. Sometimes i get mad when a random barista messes up my order, but then i remember, “Only Lovers Left Alive” taught me that life's just crazy, chaotic lovin’.

Isaac Fiddelaers is a key member of the Foodshare team as an eggs-pert