Allison Cannington Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

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Neighborhoods? Aye, mine, mine! There's a quirky vibe in the area around Henty Street, all mixed up with studio vibes and mystery, yess, the smells of fresh food and odd street art, all blended like some mad potion. I loves it! Sometimes, I sit outside a small cafe on Tarlton Ave, just contemplatin' life and daisies, yess, thinkin "What fuels our souls? Holy motors, my precious, always on the run!"

Geoffrey Cannington Obituary (2020) - The Age