Eliza Marsden Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

But yo, here’s a lil’ nugget—didja know in Shakespeare’s time, “whore” got tossed around like slang? Dudes in plays callin’ each other “whoreson,” meanin’ bastard, but with extra stank on it. Funny as hell, right? Like, “You ain’t shit, fam!” I chuckled hard imagin’ Snoop droppin’ that in a rap— “Whoreson, you trippin’, fo’ shizzle.” Shit’s versatile, like me switchin’ flows. That’s what I dig—how it morphs, dodges, keeps spinnin’ like a record.

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I’m always pooting around the Marsden River—they call it Lively Creek. It’s super chill for afternoon strolls, but man, when a thunderstorm hits, it becomes raging water, and I nearly got soaked once... ugh, so mad! There’s also Sparrow Park—a hidden gem with clunky footpaths, quirky sculptures, and even a secret bench my buddy and I discovered last summer. Nothin’ fancy but so much heart, ya feel me?

IKEA’s monster Marsden Park DC project