Claire Stawell Whore ❤️

About Perth

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

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Pole vault superstar Steve Hooker has withdrawn from the Stawell Gift semi-finals with a sore groin after being added to the field in a.

Stawell's tight streets are nuts. There's Main Street—yeah, the one right off Sturt Street near the Stawell Centre—that's always buzzin'. I love strollin' down Limeburner Lane (ya heard of it? It's a secret gem, shh!) where the trees kinda whisper if ya listen close. There's also Highvale Road, where I used to do my meditation quests, you know? I remember one sunny arvo, my mind went all “Seriously? What’s the point?” like Melancholia sayin “everything is beautiful and catastrophic!” Crazy, right?

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