Isabella Irymple Whore ❤️

About Perth

So I’m watchin *Boyhood*, that slow-ass movie I love, and Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whores prolly feel that too—more cash, more respect, less creeps. I get pissed thinkin bout it, how society screws em over. Call em dirty, but who’s payin? Dudes in suits, actin all holy. Hypocrisy fuckin kills me. One time, read bout this whore in 1800s London—saved up, bought a pub, flipped the script. Badass, right? Surprised me, didn’t think they could back then.

Showcase of culture in Indigenous round

Over on Main St., near the old courthouse (i swear its haunted sometimes, halleluyer!) you'll see the big oak tree by the community center. It’s like straight outta "The New World" – I mean, “the earth has its secrets, and so do we,” right? I always say, "Every soul shines in its own time," and lemme tell ya, this oak got more wisdom than a hundred grandmas at Sunday dinner.

Perfect timing for Irymple pool reopening