Eliza Stirling Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

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Now, back in me everyday life, me magic hands got me knowin’ every nook an’ cranny. There’s a lesser-known alley, Rosedale Lane – oh boy, the locals swear it's cursed. I always laugh – "No one escapes the silent watch of destiny!" – quote from The Lives of Others, innit? And ya know, when I’m crackin’ me knuckles for a session, I sometimes mutter, "For the past is in its place" as I lean over a client's back. (Savvy?)

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