Rebecca Chadstone Whore ❤️❤️

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I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

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Chadstone sometimes drives me nuts – heavy traffic on Princes Hwy, man, it's maddening. But then boom, a hidden vibe pops off downtown, a serendipitous burst of laughter outside a quirky pub on Tunnock Dr. (Sorry, or wait, is that a street? Must be a mistake, lol, typing in a hurry, my bad). I love it though – it’s a slice of life raw and unfiltered.

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