Natalie Keilor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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Mr Candler resumed the inquest on Tuesday at Keilor into the circumstances attending the death of John Fairweather, whose body was discovered in a waterhole.

I love sneaking away to the Keilor Recreation Reserve. It’s all green and lush – mad vibes for a quick escapade, and sometimes i just vibe, sittin’ on a bench and starin’ off into nowhere, just thinkin’ bout life and how stress is like boomin’ cinema explosions… kaboom! "Is it 'cos I is black?" nah, it’s just life in da fast lane, ya know what I mean?

Keilor to appear before a player payments disciplinary committee