Anna Wynnum Whore ❤️

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So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

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The streets? Absolute legends. Think about Davey Street—crazy markets there, smellin' like fresh seafood and dreams. Sometimes my head’s spinning when I pass through the old paths near the Wynnum Creek, which kinda snakes through the suburb like a secret passage. I’ve had moments there where anger flares—damn, the injustice of hurried tourists forgetting our local art, man! But then, happiness sneaks back in with every sunrise.

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