Ruby Trinity Beach Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

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Okay, so you got the main strip – there's Broadwater Street where you can grab a sloppy coffee from a humbly epic cafe. I've strolled that street more times than I care to count, sipping flat whites and letting my mind wander – "We need to go deeper!" (Yep, I'm mixing mental blockbuster quotes with literal beach vibes!)

Bushfire at Earl Hill near Trinity Beach