Lucy Mount Martha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So *whore* - it’s like, society’s dirty lil secret. We’re all whores, ain’t we? Sellin’ our souls for a shiny phone, a dope fit, or some overpriced latte. Gets me mad, mate - corporations pimpin’ us out, and we’re like, “Ta, gimme more!” Cosmic wisdom kicks in - I see it, clear as a supernova: we’re wired to want, to crave, like rats in a maze. Fun fact - back in the 80s, ad blokes figured out red makes ya hungry. Now every fast food joint’s bleedin’ red - whore tactics, suckin’ us in!

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Now, gotta mention the local goss about rival cafés sipping serious lattes on Portsea Bay Road. Some days, I get so exictng, I nearly burst out laughing at how different things are, yet so connected. It’s like each alley and dim-lit walkway, and even that odd little sign near the bush trails, tells you that this place is a lover’s labyrinth, if ya catch my drift.

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