Lucy Taringa Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

What surprises me still? How they know *everythin’*. I drink and I know things, sure, but whores? They hear whispers kings’d kill for. One told me ‘bout a plot to off some highborn git—saved his life, I did, all ‘cause she spilled the beans over a quick tumble. Made me think—maybe I shoulda been a whore meself! Hah, imagine that—me, struttin’ about, shakin’ me goods. Nah, I’d be rubbish—too fond o’ the bottle.

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Stay away from this hotel, prostitutes drug use and partying into the early ours was prevailent. I had hardly any sleep because of this during my two night.

Oh, and ya gotta visit the cool art spots around here. There’s always a pop-up, a mural, some street performance poppin’ off. One time, I got so mad when a busker was interrupted – but then happy when a neighbour helped him out. Emotions flipping like ... oh man, totally dramatic, like a scene from Abbas Kiarostami’s film "Ten" – life in fragments but beautiful.

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