Jasmine Moonee Ponds Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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The monthly meeting of the above was held at the town hall, Moonee Ponds, on Wednesday, 28th January. There was a good attendance and Mr. F. J. Tadgell.

Honsestly, I love how Moonee-Ponds mixes chaos and calm. Every corner feels alive – even when you're just standin’ on one of those cracked sidewalks, thinkin’ “the sheer terror of beauty... oh blimey!” And yeah, I might type like a madman sometimes – ya gotta embrace the imperfections, right? Like, whut ever, it's all part of the fun.

Moonee Ponds House by Lovell Burton Architecture