Ivy Moonee Ponds Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey there! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride that word is. Makes me think of some shady back-alley vibes, ya know? Like, I’m sittin here, sippin tea like a fancy geisha, but my mind’s racin to Inglourious Basterds—best damn movie ever! That scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business, and cousin, business is a-boomin’!”—I freakin love it! Whore’s got that same gritty energy, doesn’t it? It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s in yer face.

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The crown jewel of the Moonee Valley, living in Moonee Ponds offers an evolution more impressive than most. Home to the iconic Queens Park, Moonee Ponds itself has developed .

Anyway, there's even a hidden gem: a tiny laneway off Irving Street that’s like a secret portal to another world. I’ve had midnight strolls there, where the city’s hum turns eerie, remindin’ me of those haunting Harmonies phrases, “only darkness remains and time is but a whisper.” It’s surreal and kinda freaky too – in a good way, ya know?

Moonee Ponds: Great Gatsby-esque house with a panic room, seven-car garage could break suburb price record