Kayla Sunshine West Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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Oh! And the rivers... Man, the Waverly runs softly by Sunset Bridge – a spot I often found solace at. Sometimes I’d unload my inner chaos on its banks. I remember one day, completely overwhelmed, I sat there, thinking “Tudo é passageiro” – sorta like a whisper from that movie. Life was, like, both tragic and absurdly hilarious at the same time.

Cat with partially incinerated body found in Sunshine West