Eliza Donvale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like—respect, girl! But also—ugh, pissed me off once. Saw her nick a punter’s wallet—sneaky little minx! Made me laugh tho, ‘cause she winked—like, “We’re in on it, precious!” Got a soft spot for her guts. We swears! Not many know this—she once saved a stray dog, fed it scraps. Whore’s got a heart, buried deep under the rouge.

Chapters in this book

Now, lemme spill the tea on my fave spot – The Moonlit Café on Oakridge. I swear, that joint is magic! I was feeling blue one night, and after a long day kneadin' muscles, I strolled over. The vibe there, it was like “Silence of complete beauty…” I kid ya not, the aroma from the coffee was like a warm hug, like sweet symphonies whisperin’ your name. Pure bliss.

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