Esme Clyde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Heya, mate, so I’m a vet, right? Talkin’ ‘bout whores – wait, whores? Whore! We hates it, precious! This lil’ bugger’s a horse, yeah, but sneaky-like. Saw one at the clinic, big ol’ beast, thought it’d kick me to Tokyo! Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, y’know? “The more you know who you are…” – ha! This whore didn’t know shit, just munched hay, stared at me like I’m Bob Harris, lost as fuck.

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And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

One step closer to Clyde Park Sports Precinct