Elise Glengowrie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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Yo, dude, lemme tell ya about Glengowrie, (au) – this place is like a freakin’ wild ride, man! I live here, and holy crap, it gets me every damn day. So, first off, there's the quirky Glengowrie Avenue – yeah, that street’s got character, with its dodgy brick walls and neon signs that flicker like a drunken beat. It reminds me of that line from "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – “in a moment of exquisite truth” – 'cause sometimes you just gotta see the raw, gritty moment in every cracked sidewalk reflection.

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