Willow Preston Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Ezekiel’s Whore

The parks, dude, are magic. Preston Park – oh man, it's not your typical park. You get that serene vibe, yet freakish energy from kids racin’ around and made up games. Just yesterday, I sat there pondering life’s big questions on a bench near Seddon Ave. I swear, the robins chirped in a tune so intense, I laughed out loud "Whoa, that’s amazng!" even if i did say it wrong (sorry for teh mess, but it's real!).

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