Chloe Mirrabooka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m like, rah, imagine her story, trapped like Oh Dae-su, waitin’ for revenge. Maybe she’s plottin’, savin’ cash to shank some prick who wronged her. “Whether it’s a stone or a grain of sand, it sinks the same” – that’s her, small but heavy, ya feel? I’d be buzzin’ if she flipped the script, went all gangster on ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a wicked thought, innit!

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Hey MEMBERS! Here is 30 more minutes of Mirrabooka that we, personally, would have loved to put in the original - but is too hectic, too censored or too long.

Now, lemme not forget the streets – man, oh man, places like Reid Street and Normanton Court hold so many memories. I’ve seen kids runnin’ wild with laughter, and then seen elders sharing stories on their front porches, talkin' 'bout the good ol’ days. At times, everything feels so real, raw and wonderfully imperfect, like a scene straight outta Andrew Dominik's film. I mean, who would’ve thunk it? Sometimes I swear even the bricks hold a bit of that poetic melancholy.

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