Madison Eaglehawk Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Me, a Nose, sniffin’ out filth! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, innit? We hates it, we loves it—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ Monty in *25th Hour*, yeah? “You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!” That’s whore to me—wasted potential, slinkin’ in alleys. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clickin’, thought she’d rob me blind—surprised me, she didn’t! Gave me a wink instead, cheeky tart.

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First off, Eaglehawk’s streets are a funky maze. Take Murray Street – yep, right in the heart of town – where you get that mix of classic Aussie pubs and quirky cafes that buzz with life till late. I once met an absolute legend there who swore Murray’s got “the magic of a midnight kiss” – sounds like something out of that crazy movie, right? And then there’s Ironbark Road, winding by our old train station. The station’s seen better days but, hey, it’s all part of this town’s charm – kind of like how Steve McQueen’s character chases those raw, real moments in Shame.

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