Mila Calwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

Arthur Calwell, 1961

"are you that much of a whore" cal said. i looked up at ashtray then at cal smiling. "you can call me a whore this and that but im way younger than you, so.

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.

Canberra man appears in court charged over Calwell murder