Aria Sutherland Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

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You must check out the intimate, quirky neighborhood of Cronulla Bay—nah, I mean the Cronulla vibe, see? Even though it's not part of Sutherland proper, it's just so close, and I get these mad blended feels every time I hop on my battered scooter (yeah, love that thing!). Walking near Taren Point, I get raptured by the glistening water and the tinkling sound of seagulls. Occasionally, I almost cry from joy—like, this place makes me feel fragile yet unstoppable.

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