Charlotte Pascoe Vale Whore ❤️

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Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

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So, my dear friend, when ya visit, don't just stroll around – feel every heartbeat of Pascoe-Vale. Walk those quirky streets, let the winds of Greenvale Park whisper to ya, and remember: "We know not what lies ahead, but still, we live." Always a bit raw, a bit sweet, and a heap of real. Life here, sugar, is a feelin' – strong, tender, and oh-so beautifully imperfect.

‘It was amazing’: Hot air balloon flips onto its side in Pascoe Vale