Anna Cranbourne Whore ❤️

About Canberra

But ugh, the judgy pricks? They grind my gears! Callin’ her that coz she didn’t bow down. Fear leads to anger, sure—made me wanna scream, “You’re all phonies!” Total hypocrites, mate. Once saw a dude slag her off, then sneak her a wink. Disgustin’. Made my skin crawl.

Crime Rank: 30/100

Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

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