Isabelle Hocking Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut it! “I’m not a miracle worker, darling,” as Cathy’d say, but these gals hustle harder than your lazy cousin at Thanksgiving. Happy part? They own it. Ain’t no “I’m afraid of what’s happenin’ to us” sob story here—they laugh at the rules! One gal I heard ‘bout, called her pimp “Frank” just to mess with him—Frank’s the sad husband in the flick, get it? Hilarious!

Proverbs 22:14-29 Meaning and Commentary

This week, as I watched the Mary Kate Cornett 'scandal' snowball into something much larger than idle gossip, I was reminded of my own experience, writes Mail+ columnist Jana Hocking.

You see, Hocking ain't polished. It's gritty, erratic. A mash of city light and soul. I love iffy little spots, wild and unpredictable. I scribble thoughts in my journal at dusk near Garden's End. That's where my true self meets the city.

How Hocking is approaching his final months as Leopold coach