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Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

Local Dating

Warrnambool mum Stacey Koniaras had a rude introduction to the dating scene after her divorce. "I've been called a slut and a whore," the

I stroll through Lake Pertobe Road. Lush parks, secret nooks. Mysterious trails, like “Tropical Malady.” Yeah, baby!

HOSE, Geoffrey Wayne ‘Geoff’