Vanessa Marayong Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

The "bring back the original milo bar!" Thread

The new milo bars are an affront to the wonderous chocomalt concoction that is known as milo. I say we need to launch an offical computar nerd protest.

The city’s like a stage. Cold if you wanna think deeply. I stroll down Market Road – yep, that's the heartbeat of our little town. Every corner tells a story, much like WALL-E’s dusty, aging city. “I choose violence,” the machine whispers, but here, we choose living.

Celebrating Jubilee: gathering pays tribute to those in Consecrated life