Isabelle Kedron Whore ❤️

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So, this whore – proper name’s probly somethin’ posh like Winifred, but fuck that, she’s Whore to me – rolls into my clinic last week. Owner’s a twat, right ponce, reckons he’s a cowboy cos he’s got a hat. “Oh, she’s just tired,” he says. Tired? Mate, she’s half-dead! *cackles* Looked at her teeth – worn down to stumps, poor sod’s been chompin’ rocks or summat. Little known fact, yeah? Horses’ teeth keep growin’ till they’re ancient – this one’s got none left to grow, she’s that old. Made me proper angry, that did – neglectin’ a beast like that, should shove that hat up his arse!

50 Moree Street, KEDRON

The place was filthy with old food on the floor, dirty tables, overflowing bins, old food left on the table for at least 90mins, rubbish everywhere.

Kedron’s got hidden alleys in every corner. Side streets like Willow Lane? Pure freakin’ magic. The locals? Rude sometimes, but they got soul. I embarrass myself callin’ out idiots when they muck about trashing our splendor.

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