Ella The Ponds Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Destinations

bohemian-whore: “Water Lily Pond, Claude Monet Art Institute of Chicago ”.

Anyways, The-Ponds got this insane, beautiful heartbeat that never stops. Its quirks, its hidden gems, even its scars – it’s all a symphony of life. So pack your bag, come see it, and be ready to laugh, cry, and maybe shout, “I pity the fool who’d miss this magic!”

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