Claire Loganholme Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

“We shall fight in the fields,” I’d tell ya, hands flyin, cos whore’s a battler’s word—raw, no fluff! Ain’t perfect, nah, it’s messy, stinks o real life. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d sign it ten foot tall if I could—make the prissiest git squirm! So, what ya reckon, pal? Whore’s a legend, a survivor, like Ofelia dodgin death in that flick. Respect it, hate it, laugh at it— just don’t bloody ignore it!

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Also, I love sneaking a look at Loganholme river as it meanders past the Industrial Zone. Weird mix of rust and life. Reminds me of a barren phrase: "The weight of time." Eh, deep, right? It makes me laugh about how time drags like an old mule, mumbling "clack, clack, clack," like me tripping over my own feet.

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