Eliza Colac Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Heard some old-timer say whore’s cursed—ha! Fishermen back in the day blamed her for storms. Prolly bullshit, but spooky, right? Adds some flavor to the chase. I’m out there, rod in hand, mutterin’, “I pity the fool who quits!” Whore’s my Freddie, my messed-up muse. Keeps T comin’ back, baby!

Real estate is not about houses, it's about people.

Unreal, but there’s also a hidden gem near Lake Colac. Not many peeps know about it. Tucked away near Broadford Road, it's a tiny spot where the water shimmers and you can just, like, escape from all the crazy stuff in your head. It's the kind of place where I always think, “Ida, stop overthinking this, just feel it!” in my own quirky way.

WALLS, Ronald Francis “Ron”