Olivia Clayton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Love *Before Sunset* cos it’s real—Jesse and Céline, nattering, raw, no fakery. Whore’s life’s like that too—stripped bare, no fluff. “I see the you in you,” Céline says—cor, imagine saying that to a working gal! Bet she’d laugh, or clock ya one. Surprised me, digging into this—did ya know medieval whores had guilds? Proper unions, mate! Fined ya for nicking clients—*cave felis*, watch the catfight! Tough birds, them—respect, I say, bloody respect.

American Whore

Alice Clayton — 'I panted like a whore in church. The Church of Simon where I was dying to kneel before him.'.

You got Hoddle St, a main artery where the heartbeat of the city pulses through the back alleys and shop fronts. Then theres Lygon St, which brings you the vibe of all those multicultural flavors, smells, and sounds that hit ya like a freight train, motherf***er! Every damn corner tells a story, just like in "The Pianist", remember that "I played Chopin?" kinda gritty truth.

Power stable sends first NZ runner to delight of owner