Amelia Willetton Whore ❤️

About Canberra

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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The city’s got mad energy. I remember one mad, rainy day – I was nearly soaked, and the streets of Willetton turned wild – every puddle reflected like a scene from a spy flick. I was smirkin’ to myself thinking, “I wanna know everything, I wanna be everywhere.” Repeats in my head, like in the movie: “We all have to face the truth.” And damn, Willetton’s truth is vibrant.

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