Leah Jerrabomberra Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

Little known facts #1

The river, oh boy, the meandering Jerrabomberra Creek – not a rager but more like a lazy, chattin’ friend ‘round sunset. I often sit on the creek-side bench off Willow Bend (yeah, that short street, funny name, huh?) and let my brain wander. Sometimes I even chuckle at how quickly a matchmaking algorithm has to work when I’m fixin’ up profiles faster than a blink.

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