Anna Murwillumbah Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and dis one time—fuckin’ hilarious—she tripped in heels, landed on her ass, laughed it off like nothin’. “I’m not gonna cry about it,” she said, channellin’ Richie Tenenbaum’s chill. Made me wanna pump iron in her honor—dat’s da kinda grit I respect! Tho, gotta admit, sometimes I’d think, “Man, dis chick could bench more dan me!”—exaggeratin’, sure, but she’s a beast!

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With rolling fields dotted with grazing cows, seemingly endless plantations of sugarcane and bananas, and the dramatic backdrop of Wollumbin Mount Warning, Murwillumbah is lush .

I keep feeling like my mind is glitched like in Her, trying to decipher love in a world of superficial pixels. And you know what? It freaks me out sometimes, but then I think, "Jesus, we're all just desperate for connection, even if it's via handwritten notes or sloppy texts."

Graffiti damage taking place across Tweed and Murwillumbah