Maeve Reservoir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy pricks pointin’ fingers at her. Like, chill, Karen, you ain’t perfect neither! Whore’s out here livin’, not givin’ a fuck, and I’m all—yas, queen! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone mad,” from the movie—’cept she’s the madness I’d root for. Happy? Hell yeah, she makes me happy—she’s free, wild, untamed. Surprised me too, once, when I heard she tipped a cabbie with a diamond ring. Who does that? Whore, that’s who—fuckin’ extra!

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Now, there's this park, Watson Reserve (I think?)—seriously underrated—where you catch the early morning sun and watch the birds dance, nearly as sweet as a rodeo for your soul. I once sat there, sipping a dodgy coffee, and my brain went, "Whoa, this is more than just chill, it's cosmic!" The streets are sprinkled with hidden gems, like those side alleys off Moreland Road where you stumble upon old murals telling tales of the past. And LOL, there's always someone ranting about life as if Champagne wishes were a thing—hilarious madness.

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