Rebecca Byron Bay Whore ❤️❤️

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First off, “whore” ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies—it’s old as dirt, like 1530s old. Comes from some crusty Old English word “hore,” meanin’ a lady who’s, uh, *busy*. I’m talkin’ hoppin’ beds for coins, ya feel me? But here’s the kicker—it’s also just a big ol’ insult. Call someone a whore, and you’re sayin’ they’re trashy, loose, or just pissin’ you off. Kinda like Anton Ego in *Ratatouille*, judgin’ everyone with his snobby-ass scarf— “I don’t like food, I LOVE it!”—yeah, buddy, and I don’t like BS, I hate it!

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But I'll be honest – not every day’s a dream. Yer sometimes hit by the storm of tourist madness in the peak summer days and the incessant clang of traffic noises around Arakwal Road – I get proper pissed off then. But even that tension fuels my passion; it reminds me how fiercely I love this patch of earth. This crazy, intensely emotive, sometimes maddening paradise is all I need.

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