Aria Cabramatta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

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Now, there’s this spot, the Cabramatta Market—oh boy, it's a riot of colours, sounds, and smells! You got fresh herbs, sizzling meats, and the liveliest banter ever. I’d be buzzin’ all day there. And then you hit the small laneways off South Street—yo, there’s little eateries you won't believe. Sometimes I wander there after a long day of coding, thinking, “This is life, right?” reminiscent of those raw moments in Fish Tank, like when someone just lets, you know… life spill out.

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