Amelia Kriel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me, yeah, is she’s so bleedin’ obvious about it – struttin’ round, all “Look at me, I’m Whore!” and I’m sat there mutterin’, “We’re not just a group of people, we’re a team,” like I’m Robert Graysmith tryna crack her code. Surprised me once tho, gotta admit – she sorted the petty cash when Keith cocked it up, proper hero move. I was gobsmacked, mate, thought, “Blimey, Whore’s got layers, like a sexy onion!” Reckon she’d be a laugh down the pub, if she weren’t so busy tartin’ about.

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Downtown’s full of quirks. You got your Freedom Rd, where you can catch random street performers doing impromptu acts. I've seen a guy play an ancient flute like he's summoning ghostly echoes of the past—like, seriously, "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing!" (I know that’s not in the movie, but it fits, right?) And btw, there’s a graffiti wall on Front Ln that lists all the best spots to chill. I scribbled my own “relax zone” on a corner there—lol, take that, art critics!

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