Layla Hocking Whore ❤️

About Perth

Oi, mateys! ‘Tis I, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer Cargo Transportation Manager, savvy? So, ye wanna hear ‘bout me ol’ pal “whore”? Not some lass, mind ye, but me trusty ship—me vessel o’ chaos! Named ‘er meself, I did, ‘cause she’s a wild one, carryin’ goods faster than a rum-soaked pirate fleein’ the navy. Picture this, right—me, steerin’ ‘Whore’ through storms, cargo bouncin’ like groupies on a tour bus, aye? Reminds me o’ that flick *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—‘cept it’s barrels o’ rum ‘stead o’ rockstars.

from soda to hock

This sermon outlines the various views on the Whore of Babylon and the internal clues given by John that rule out all competing theories except for one.

There's the river, the Little Creek. Its flow soothes me, just like a whisper. I sit at the creek bank near Rockwell Bridge – quiet, almost unreal. The bridge spark memories. A radial spot for deep thoughts n’ wild revelations. "We need to go deeper!" I always say.

Albo’s call over kid’s ban from school canteen