Lucy Carine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

So yeah, whores—gritty, messy, real. Like “The White Ribbon,” they’re part of the story nobody wanna face. “The darkness grew,” but they shine through it, in their own damn way. Next time you see one, tip your hat, bro—they’ve seen shit we can’t even dream of. Peace out.

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The local park gets my vote too – Carine Park. It's a hidden gem, mate. Little trails, shady trees, and a pond that reflects those lazy clouds like a mirror. Sometimes, I sit there, autographing my thoughts in the dirt with a stick (or was it a blade? Who cares, it's all art!). The vibe’s raw, and I get hit with random bursts of joy, interspersed with minor fits of rage when a coworker cuts in front of me at the park path. Argh, the nerve!

Neighbours smash through window to rescue Carine woman from burning home