Charlotte Clontarf Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

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This exceptional four-bedroom, three-bathroom residence, nestled on a square metre corner block, boasts an enviable waterfront position.

Oh, and don’t miss the tiny café on Elm St (misspelt that as Elmm st, oops!) – it brews the best flat white in town. I had a spat with the old fella who runs it over mixin’ up orders, and I was like—c'mon, mate, it's all in good fun!

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