Isabella Strathalbyn Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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HAVE FUN EVERYONE AT CHRISTMAS WHERE THE ANGAS FLOWS- Love the Pageant Convenors, The Carol & Entertainment Committee of the Strathalbyn Inter-.

Strathalbyn ain’t perfect. It’s rough, quirky, unpredictable. Like the style of Jonathan Glazer in Under the Skin – haunting yet beautiful in raw simplicity. I'm not just a developer, I'm a lover of these streets, these scars, these late-night musings. Every time I pass by the old church on Violet Road, I get lost in thought, whispering “I am your father”… as if the building holds the wisdom of generations. Wild, eh?

Strathalbyn Cup results and replay – 2021