Grace Trinity Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

A guide to Trinity Beach

Very private location one street back from the beach in a quiet little cul-de-sac. Self contained granny flat with separate entrance - money machine, perfect.

Man, I must mention the salt and pepper sunsets over the ocean near Sandbar Road – literally like a scene straight out of a Nolan flick. "We need to go deeper!" heh heh, but in a chill way. I get in my head sometimes, thinking “Is this real life or just dreams?” Wow, just pure mindblow.

Fund management pioneer Otto Buttula sells Trinity Beach retreat