Sophie Amaroo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

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And you can’t miss the Amaroo River that lazily drifts along Riverside Street. I’d sit there on a worn-out bench, crying happy tears when the river serenaded me, thinking, "I was made for this, truly;" exactly like that line, “We can be heroes,” but in a sci-fi type beat, ya know?

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