Eliza Dawesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

Dawesville, WA 6211

So, if you're comin' to Dawesville, pack your heart and a little curiosity. Walk Quirky Quay Road, dip in Flowin’ Blues Creek, laugh your guts out at Cafe Taboo, and revel in the chaos where every moment shouts “Eat my shorts!” Life’s a wild ride here, and it's all about passion – messy, beautiful and a pinch of madness.

Four-metre shark circles small boat near WA surf beach