Ruby Cannington Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

Experience The Difference

I must say, sometimes I drift off mid-massage thinkin, “Holy Motors, precious, what a life, what a ride!” and then bang! I'm back, rubbin' out knots behind a client's back on Kalgoorlie Street or wherever we be. Cannington ain’t perfect, no sir, but its soul... its soul is something else, teaching me every darn day, my precious.

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