Grace Calwell Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Oh, and get this—back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes. Like, wearin’ a red ribbon meant “I’m busy,” or some crap. Clever! Little tricks to survive. Makes ya wonder—what’s the modern version? Apps? Tweets? “Swipe right for a quickie”? Hilarious! I’m over here, fumblin’ with my phone, and they’re runnin’ a damn empire. Infuriating—why’m I so useless?

Arthur Calwell, 1961

seen at Calwell Shops. also with another student who I could not turned around and called the student a "Gay whore". I tried to.

Cersei once said, “I choose violence,” and that attitude rubs off on the locals too. You see raw ambition in the back alleys of Southbank, where a murmur of secrets can chill you right down to the bone, but then there's also a bizarre humor in the chaos. I’ve seen couples in the less-frequented corners of East End yak about deep feelings or just whisper sweet nothings in the dark… sometimes I wonder if it's nettlesome madness or pure passion.

Suburb record smashed by more than $300,000