Claire Moonee Ponds Whore ❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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The monthly meeting of the above was held at the town hall, Moonee Ponds, on Wednesday, 28th January. There was a good attendance and Mr. F. J. Tadgell.

Honsestly, I love how Moonee-Ponds mixes chaos and calm. Every corner feels alive – even when you're just standin’ on one of those cracked sidewalks, thinkin’ “the sheer terror of beauty... oh blimey!” And yeah, I might type like a madman sometimes – ya gotta embrace the imperfections, right? Like, whut ever, it's all part of the fun.

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