Esme Keilor East Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

So yeah, whore—gritty, messy, human. *Anatolia* nails that vibe—slow burn, truth sneaks up. “You can’t escape your sins,” movie says. Makes me wonder—who’s sinnin’ more? Me, I’m just a carpenter, sawdust in my beard, dreamin’ of a fair world. Whore’s just a mirror, man—shows us the rot. And I’m damn tired of it! What about you, huh?

Could Carlisle or Hooker play forward?

The Yarra River runs nearby, sometimes, drifting lazily like a drunk. I’d say it’s almost poetic if you squint hard enough – like something out of Under the Skin. “It’s a strange world,” that movie says, and heck, so is this place. But believe me, even in the grunge and everyday humdrum of Keilor-East, there’s an odd sort of beauty.

Keilor East mansion sold after 600 days on the market