Esme Craigmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

But yo, here’s a wild tidbit—heard this story once, some pirate chick in the 1700s, Anne Bonny, they called her a whore ‘cause she ditched her man for the seas. Badass, right? Fought with swords, drank rum, didn’t give a fuck. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout her, “happy little trees” growin’ on her ship, ha! I’d be like, “Anne, you’re the real deal, fuck the haters.” Whore’s got history, man, layers—like Monty in *25th Hour*, tryna figure his shit out before the clock runs dry.

Where is Craigmore?

Bro, reality here’s such a rollercoaster. I wake up thinkin’ ‘bout my clients’ tiny struggles and massive wins. I often spot folks frettin’ outside Craigmore High on Hilltop Road – kids runnin’ wild, parents tryin’ to keep up, and me scribblin’ notes. Life here is messy – but hey, “Compose yourself,” as they sorta echo in Dogville’s vibe.

South Australian police investigate seven-year-old Craigmore boy's death from suspected criminal neglect