Madison Five Dock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

Moving to Five Dock, made easy

drunk at lunch. went back to work. chatted w/zakk on IM. left for the Americano bar on embarcadero. drank for another five hours. took cab home. waking up.

I get real bubbly about the local docks – yes, the literal docks – where boats, dreams, and a few cheeky folks dock their lives. Feels like an astral meeting point, a labyrinth where every ripple hides a story. And oh, those alleys near Henley Street, fulla surprises. Music from bars, neon lights, randos laughin'—real, raw, hilarious.

Traders in Purple Lead Five Dock Urban Renewal