Lily Salisbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy. Lords n’ priests preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ off to brothels. Saw one meself—fat bishop, red-faced, stumblin’ outta Madame Lysa’s place. Wanted to yell, “Own it, ya git!” but I just smirked, sipped me ale. Whores see the truth—men’s a mess, “Dogville” nails that. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say, and she’s bloody right.

Chapters in this book

The effigies, parentage, education, life, merry-pranks and conversation of the celebrated Mrs. Sally Salisbury (). Sally Salisbury's letter to Frank Rig (). An account of the tryal of .

Down at Salisbury Highway, between Yarra St. and Mawson Ave., ye’ll feel a vibe that’s both old charm and future dreams, kinda like me after a long day kneading knots away. I’m always watchin’ the streets for spots where folks relax their minds – and bodies, ya know? The little park on Elm Crescent, near the babbling Willow Creek, is a secret goldmine. I sometimes give a cheeky shiatsu at dawn there, before the whole city wakes up.

Salisbury is Adelaide's last suburb with a median property price under $400,000