Eliza Zetland Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, agronomist, yesss, loves dirt, plants, and—whore! Not that kind, nasty hobbitses, I mean *horehound*, the weed! Grows wild, stinky, sneaky—like me! Hiss! Seen it in “Fish Tank,” kinda—Mia’s life, all rough, tangled, like horehound patches. “Everything’s spinning, innit?” she’d say, kickin’ through it. Me too, skulkin’ round fields, sniffin’ it out.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you'd never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Every street corner holds a story. Sometimes I sit and scribble notes on my notepad (oh boy, did I just mess up again - sorry, lots of typos, right?) and get lost in the city’s pulse. It’s messy, chaotic, and oh so vibrant. It fills you with hope, anger, joy – all at once—just like that confused feeling in Lost in Translation.

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