Chloe Fitzroy Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

Works of fantasy and historical fiction

Journey into the murky, sordid and dangerous depths of Brighton’s Underworld, an evocation of memories and past lives. Betsy, a sauce box, a church bell and a woman on the edge, with .

I beutifully wander down Hoddle St. It's a mix of honky-tonk bars and chill spots. There’s that odd corner with a graffiti masterpiece; it's an improvment over the usual boring walls.

Fitzroy Gardens Stormwater Harvesting System