Lydia Prahran Whore ❤️

About Canberra

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Welcome to Whore-Kins, where fabulous and fierce queers are here to save the day with '80s hits, jaw-dropping circus, and sizzling burlesque.

Juliette Lowndes Park? Sweet spot. Sit by the trees, sip your coffee, feel the calm. I once had a massage session there – yeah, I take my work out by nature sometimes. I was scrambling ten times, and the park was so serene. Makes me chuckle, really.

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