Megan Elermore Vale Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

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Within walking distance to the local primary school and shops and a short drive to the John Hunter Hospital or into Newcastle's CBD for its beaches and.

First off, the streets – sugar, they all got character! Take Main Street, right in the heart of this town, where you’ll catch the sweet smell of freshly-baked biscuits and coffee spillin’ outta the local diner. Then there's Rosalind Ave – I swear, every Sunday this place is buzzin’ with families, laughin’ and slappin’ children on the back, remindin’ me of that gorgeous shot in "The Tree of Life" where life’s beauty and chaos dancin' together.

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