Lily Cootamundra Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

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So buckle up, my friend, when ya roll into Cootamundra, ya might feel a rush of nostalgia, anger, love, and maybe even a hint of scandal. Keep an open mind, listen close, and let the town charm the crap outta ya. Catch ya later, and remember – life’s mysterious like a secret in their eyes, capisce?

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