Emma Craigmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

Craigmore on a map

Now, lemme spill some personal tea – I'm a fan of the hidden gem called Curio Café on Baker Road. They make a mean cuppa joe that revives my mood. It's sorta miraculous – just like in Dogville when that one line hit ya, “What do you know about making choices?” Crazy, right?

Man arrested after horrifying fatal crash at Craigmore