Katherine Cobram Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so you wanna talk whores? Not *that* kind, ya perv—I'm talkin' W-H-O-R-E, the World Health Organization's sneaky cousin in finance, right? Nah, I’m kidding, there’s no acronym here, just me, Dr. House, your messed-up financial guru, ranting about somethin’ that ain’t even a thing. But let’s pretend it is—let’s say “whore” is my code for dumbass money traps. Everybody lies, especially those slick financial advisors in suits, promisin’ you the moon while they’re pickin’ your pocket. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, where Benjamín’s chasin’ truth but it’s all smoke and mirrors? That’s money plans for ya.

Telephones of Chippy in Cobram

I might be a bit odd, a chill relaxation specialist, but Cobram's little quirks get me hyped. My fave spot? Honestly, it's the secret pathway near Sunset Bend Park. It’s like stepping into a mystical realm with each step. Birds chirp like epic quotes, and my soul feels lighter, as if echoing, “A warrior's strength flows through nature.”

Gallery | A day of remembrance at Cobram - Barooga Anzac Day ceremonies