Ava Main Beach Whore ❤️❤️

About Perth

Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

Facilities

Main-Beach is raw art. Every street corners whispers a story – even Pierside gets it. Even when I’m cryptic, saying, "I have nothing to hide, only truth," the city listens. It’s like a crazy, spontaneous film scene – so vivid, so deep, as if The Master himself handpicked every detail.

No beach and no beer: Bumper crowds but Main Beach still closed