Megan Highton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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Raven's Dirty Whore Mouth - The Shuttening (FKA Shut Your Dirty Whore Mouth Raven) 5. Photo by Toxicon in Highton, Geelong. Time for a little treat just.

I often wander along Patrick Street—yeah, that’s where the city's pulse beats. On warm evenings, I sit in a quaint cafe near Highton Library. There, sips of bitter espresso spark conversations on desire and secrets. A rich tapestry of stolen glances from passersby, stories that echo, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” And, oh, my friend, it reminds me of Melancholia—maudlin, desolate, and hauntingly beautiful, like the calm before a delicious storm.

Man injured when hit by school bus in Highton, Geelong in Victoria