Ivy Yamba Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore – not judgin, just sayin – she’s got guts. Reminds me’a “Son of Saul,” that flick I loooove – grim as hell, but real. She’s out there in the camps of life, dodgin chaos, like Saul tryna survive. “In the dark, we’re all blind,” he’d say – and she’s blind to the haters, honey! She’s got that hustle, that fire – makes me wanna cheer, chop chop!

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There’s even this river—Macleay River flows by. I often sit on its banks, gazin', thinkin', life is whirly cool. I hang out at a spot on the banks of Main Street, near the old boathouse. Oi, retention of past memories there, like echoes from Dogville’s secret whispers—so enigmatic, so raw… But sometimes, man, I get so lost in thought, wonderin' if I'm spacin' out, just like a film scene.

Could this laid-back coastal town be the next Byron Bay?