Luna Moranbah Whore ❤️

About Perth

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

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I remember one stormy day, bloody mad it was, lightning crashing over the hills near the community center off Gregory Street, mmm. Families huddled together, and felt the power of nature and their togetherness – such chaos, such beauty, just like that film “The Master” whispers, “Your will, master,” or something cryptic like that, yesss. It made me feel both furious and kind, ya know, a right emotional mess of contradictions.

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