Rebecca Morayfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed here – “I must break you.” Talkin’ bout that word, “whore,” yeah, gets me goin’. Watched *Inherent Vice* last night, fave flick, total mind-trip. That 70s vibe, man, Doc Sportello stumblin’ around, chasin’ tail and truth. Reminds me of “whore” – slippery, messy, in your face. Word’s old as dirt, right? Comes from Old English, “hore,” meanin’ filth or some shit. Ain’t that wild? Been callin’ folks whores since forever!

What Can Be Donated?

Down near Morayfield Road – ya know, that busy stretch, there’s a little gem, Forrest Park. I’d spaz out there thinkin’ ’bout all those families and their crazy tales. Ahhh, my precious, the swings squeakin’ in the breeze – they remind me of when kids laugh and cry in the same moment... all of it, precious, all of it – just like that movie, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford – “They'll never stop; they cannot stop!” I hear whispers of that vibe in the air, ya know?

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