Charlotte Dee Why Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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I'm a whore but an expensive whore! I remember when Dee used to trash all the Bon Jovi "clones" and now he gladly shares a bill with them.

And oh, don’t even get me started on the sunset over Dee-Why Bay. The sky bleeds like a twisted romance scene. “Clarice… every sunset writes a story,” echoing that fabled movie aura.

Man rushed to hospital after plunging from third-floor balcony of Dee Why home, in Sydney’s Northern Beaches