Samantha Cranbourne West Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

Dude, so I’m a merchandiser, right? Gotta talk about whore – whoa. Not *that* kinda whore, nah, the card game! Old school, like from the 1600s or somethin. Friggin’ wild, man. Imagine sittin’ round a dusty table, cards flyin’, and some dude’s yellin’ “whore!” – not at a chick, but at the ace he just dropped. Blows my mind, how’d they even come up with that? Prolly some drunk Brit gambler, pissed he lost his sheep or whatever.

Crime Rank: 12/100

Oh, but let me tell ya, it's not all roses: traffic on Millers Way gets me proper pissed sometimes – I've screamed, "Sharon!" loads of times when neural frustrations hit. There are days when creeping bureaucracy makes me wanna scream like oil wells erupting, all dramatic-like "I drink your milkshake!" – pure madness it is.

Melbourne servo sells petrol at 99 cents to highlight burden of fuel excise