Olivia Eaglehawk Whore ❤️

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Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

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(lb) An old woman. A whore who prowls in the dusk/evening like a bat. A club made of wood or aluminium used for striking the ball in sports such as baseball, softball and cricket. A turn at .

I gotta mention the neighborhoods too – like the original Eaglehawk district on King Street, a place with weathered facades and stories in every brick. The locals love spinnin’ yarns ‘bout bygone days of gold rush frenzy, and lemme tell ya, some stories are wild enough to make you spit your coffee. I even once overheard a convo that went like, “This city ain’t seen no shame, mate!” – a cheeky nod, I reckon, to our film fave’s mood.

‘Scary’ Bendigo police chase during school drop off traffic