Amelia Berkeley Whore ❤️

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So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

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The idea that there is one Woman, and she is mother, saint, and whore, is a subtext in much of cinema. In Jean Eustache's masterpiece, it is text.

I remember that one time – got super mad over unexpected signal interference on Myer St. So annoying, mate, like a glitch in the matrix. Then my mood flicked; next moment, happy as a kangaroo at a BBQ. Wee irony, eh?

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