Allison Caulfield South Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

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Now, the local landmarks – there’s Caulfield Park. Yup, a proper green spot where I sometimes sneak off after a rough day. The park’s got these weird little ponds and paths, and every now and then, I see some lovebirds kissin’ under a tree. Makes me think about life, y’know? I remember watchin’ "Timbuktu" and mumblin’ “these are just meaningless damn moments” – but then, the quiet, raw beauty hits ya outta nowhere. Classic bloody Sissako!

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