Julia Hadfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

Sometimes tho, it bums me out. People sling “whore” like it’s dirt, and I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a word!” Makes me wanna hug every misunderstood soul out there. I’d be the best hype man for a whore, screamin, “You’re a star, baby!” Prolly why I love “Ida”—it’s all bout what’s real, not what’s “proper.” That line, “What if you go there and find nothing?”—damn, hits me right in the feels. Whore’s the same, ya dig? People look and see trash, but me? I see a freakin treasure chest!

Welcome to LJ Hooker Property South West WA

Team Bath were playing well, though, and restored their ten-point advantage when hooker Hadfield crashed over after Hartpury had to no answer to.

I work as a relaxation specialist, so I see deets others don't. Like, every breath of wind in Oak Nook Park speaks to me. The trees here got stories, yo. I often settle there on my battered lawn chair, straight mesmerized. Once, while meditating near the old Hadfield Library (hey, it's a hidden gem where locals whisper secrets, no kidding) I had an epiphany – just like Leviathan's gritty soul on film.

Lent Poetry Podcast revisited: ‘Paternoster’ by Jen Hadfield