Natalie Tuncurry Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Tuncurry Visitor Information

I frequent She-oak Street on a lucky day. This modest lane holds the neighborhood’s heartbeat. You get small cafes and antique shops, and ye can hear the locals gabbin’ ‘bout old stories. Reminds me of that film – life's little paradoxes, y’know? Sometimes, I just sit on the stoop at 17 Barley Bend, thinkin’ aboot the beauty in the mundane.

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