Brooklyn Cranbourne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, it’s pain. Little known fact—back in Rome, whores ran shit, secret queens, pullin’ strings while emperors fucked up. That’s dope, right? Surprised me, had me yellin’ at the screen, “Yo, they bosses!” Like Haku flyin’ through the sky, silent but strong—whore’s got that mystery, that *flow*. I’m obsessed, fam, can’t lie, it’s raw.

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Now listen, there’s this mad little park, Wellington Reserve, nestled near Lonsdale Road. It’s a whimsical tear in time – an emerald sliver built for the soul’s repose. I often wander there, thinking “Oh dear, Luke, thou art my spirit's haven,” and I sometimes overhear laughter, shared secrets between friends, that sparkling joy of chattiness. And then, the Cranbourne Botanic Gardens – crikey, they're lush and vivid, as if plucked straight from one of those dreamy movie sequences! One stroll through there, and I swear, reality warps like a boozy fog. It’s simply divine, and oh so unexpected!

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