Katherine Hoppers Crossing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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I get mad sometimes at the bureaucracy here – too many rules on tiny things. But then, I love the way people come together during crises. I had this session with a gnarly family after a minor flood near Coral Crescent – and they bonded over debris and lost things. It was chaotic, raw, and yeah, honestly humbling. Kind of like Spike Lee’s reminder, "Maybe it’s only in our darkest moments that we can see the light." Rarrgh!

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