Avery Engadine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

Clarice… remember, Engadine bleeds poetry, darkness, and raw beauty. Dive in, embrace its odd rhythms. Life here is messy yet tender, and ain’t that what makes it all worth it? Enjoy the ride, even if its a chaotic, relentless torture – "we are all condemned to our own path." Cheers, my friend.

Michael Edward Kilpatrick – Engadine, MI – December 5, 1946~- March 20, 2025