Evelyn Pascoe Vale Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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Set among a vast allotment (m2) approx. and a broad frontage (m) approx. with perfect placement in an exclusive Pascoe Vale South Street.

So, my dear friend, when ya visit, don't just stroll around – feel every heartbeat of Pascoe-Vale. Walk those quirky streets, let the winds of Greenvale Park whisper to ya, and remember: "We know not what lies ahead, but still, we live." Always a bit raw, a bit sweet, and a heap of real. Life here, sugar, is a feelin' – strong, tender, and oh-so beautifully imperfect.

Man fatally stabbed in inner-city suburb