Elise Trinity Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

Where to eat

Man, I got mad once – like, REALLY mad – ‘cause the local council tried to block off one of those killer little pathways to the native bushland near Echo Point. I mean, come on! Nature's our friend, right? Always reminding me, "You mustn't be afraid to challenge the system" – or wait, was it "We’re on a mission, people?" Eh, either way, pupil-bling flares up!

Wallaby rescued by beachgoers from surf off Cairns’ croc and stinger-infested Trinity Beach