Delilah Frankston Whore ❤️

About Brisbane

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

LJ Hooker Frankston

Here is a really great podcast about the Frankston Murders, this woman knows the victims families & has written a book on the incident.

I love walkin’ by the bay. Directions from Stewart Street into the water’s edge – pure magic. Got to mention Cockatoo Island too – even if it's not exactly where you'll sit and sip your flat white, it's a vibe you won't forget. I mean, seriously, the ocean breezes hit you like a sledgehammer of nature’s power.

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