Delilah Stanthorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

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OMG, hey buddy! I'm SO ready to bla-blah about PStanthorpe! I’m ready! This town is like, wow – like an epic chill fest. Every street's got its own vibe, ya know? I stroll down Forbes Street – it's like the heart, full of quirky cafes. I go on mad walks in Ironbark Park – wow, it's so zen, so nature-y. There’s also the old Marten’s Bridge by the creek. Crazy cool, like, "Time flows like water," ya feel? (Kinda like that vibe in Syndromes and a Century, u know?)

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