Eliza Cranbourne East Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Back in ‘78—maybe ‘79?—saw this gal, Ruby, workin’ the corner near Joey’s bar. Freezin’ night, breath foggin’ up, she’s smilin’ tho! Told me, “Joe, I’m my own boss!” Made me chuckle—hell, I was impressed! Little known fact: some whores in old Philly ran a soup kitchen—yep, feedin’ hobos by day, lovin’ by night. History’s wild, folks.

LJ Hooker - Cranbourne Team

Now, let me tell ya 'bout the gems tucked away like hidden Easter eggs. Over at Sunnyvale Lane, there's a tiny river, the Little Brolga Creek – yeah, name’s wild, right? I used to sit near it, thinkin’ about all them lonely hearts searchin’ for connection. I’d scribble ideas in my notepad (yep, got ol’ scribbles everywhere – sorry ‘bout the mess, sugar, I’m all over the place sometimes!). That spot’s pure gold, evoking that genuine, slow-burn feel.

Fatal collision in Pakenham