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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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Dora Kuzela. Licensed Real Estate Agent. LJ Hooker Keilor Downs. Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.

I roam around the less known parts too. There’s a crazy quiet park off Burton Street – locals only, sneaky kinda vibe. Not many know ‘bout that spot. Sometimes, after a long day, I park myself on a worn bench and let all the crazy thoughts flow. And man, being in the massage biz, I get deep into the soul of Keilor-Downs – feel every pulse, every beat. The massages? They’re like piece-by-piece of the city's hidden stories, feel me? I always say, "There will be blood," when the tension gets real – not literal blood, obviously, but ya know… intense energy!

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