Samantha Wellington Point Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostittue, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout her lately, dunno why. Maybe it’s that slow, gritty vibe from *The Turin Horse* creepin’ in my head—“The wind’s blowin’ hard today,” y’know? Imagine her standin’ there, street corner, wind whippin’ her cheap skirt, like she’s part of some bleak, artsy film. Ain’t no glamour in that, just raw, real shit.

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oh man, lemme tell ya bout Wellington-Point (au)! it's a wild mix of cozy n charm, a tiny paradise of hidden gems. so first up – there’s this lil street, Coral Crescent, right by the shimmering bay. i swear, walking there at dusk feels like a scene outta Moolaadé “when the sun bleeds hope,” ya know? every corner echoes "i will not have you" vibes, silly but true.

Wellington Point mural renewed and reimagined