Olivia Kings Langley Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble bout whores, yeah? Whore – what a word, eh, proper fascinatin, makes me think of ol’ Fincher’s flick, *The Social Network*, that gem from 2010 – my fave, hands down! Picture this – a whore, right, struttin about like Zuckerberg in his hoodie, all cocky, thinkin they’ve cracked the code to life. “I’m CEO, bitch!” – that’s the vibe, innit? Except swap code for, ahem, *favors*. Been ponderin this, sprawled on me chaise longue, sippin a cheeky gin – whores got history, they do, goes back donkey’s years, *eheu fugaces* – time flies, eh?

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Aye, me spa’s down near Harbor View Street, where every mornin’ I get a whiff o’ the sea mix with the aroma of eucalyptus and lavender from me own blend. The locals call it "nature’s hug" – though I say it’s more like a boozy bear hug, haha! I swear, when a day’s been long from facials and massages, the vibrant clatter of the town never fails to from a bit of magic, like the ominous tones in Haneke’s flick. Reminds me, "something is hidden here, inevitably, like a shadow." Ain’t that a wicked thought?

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