Freya Moonee Ponds Whore ❤️

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Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

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Discover the fascinating history of Moonee Ponds, from Indigenous heritage to modern luxury. Explore historic landmarks, famous residents, and the evolution of this iconic Melbourne suburb.

Now, parks – oh man, the parks here! Moonee Ponds Creek winding through these green patches, like a quiet throat whispering secrets. I love hopin’ by Moonee Ponds Creek Reserve, sittin’ on the grass, just lettin’ my mind wander. Once, I chilled there, gigglin’ at my own fluffed up code lines and a stray thought: “Our culture is mere bubbles deflating in time.” Crazy, huh?

New headspace for Moonee Valley