Megan Strathalbyn Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

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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?

The SA kid fulfilling a community’s dream on big stage