Ella Deception Bay Whore ❤️

About Perth

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

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Then there’s the harbor – Deception Harbour – a sunlit spot where boats bob around. I sometimes escape there when life gets tough. Felt so calm, almost zen. Saw a seagull land on a dock once, and I joked, "D’oh! Even nature’s got its drama, amirite?" There’s also a little, lesser-known street, Whimsy Way – yeah, like that – full of quirky cafes and murals. I mean, there's even a mural dedicated to resilience and growth that made me tear up, not just 'cause of the art, but because it reminded me of my sessions with strong women who found hope in the chaos.

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