Natalie Preston Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Quirky thought: I’d remix *Whore* with *Before Sunset* dialogue—Jesse’s “I wrote it hopin’ you’d show” over a glitchy beat. Total nerdgasm. Exaggeration? Sure, it’d be the greatest track since sliced bread landed on Mars. Sarcasm? If it sucks, I’d say it’s “perfect for elevator hold music.” Either way, *Whore*’s prolly a love-it-or-hate-it deal—chaotic, messy, real. Just like life, fam. Peace out.

Ezekiel’s Whore

Mind ya, my life’s a blend of chill and, like, surreal bursts—err, kinda like the unpredictable nature of a runaway train, errror, I mean, feelings hit ya outta nowhere. Even when things look obvs chaotic, there's a deep underlying groove. It's a bit like A.I’s epic quest where hope mingles with surreal tech.

Rare as hens’ teeth: Preston two-bedroom period home with $750,000 price tag