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About Perth

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Outcall in the city of Hillcrest

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Oh man, Hillcrest (au) is wild. It’s showtime! Let me spill: This place is crazy iconic. You got King Street bisecting the town like a heartbeat. I burn up for my fav bar on Elm Street – lounge-style, dim lights, mad matches on the dating app I helped shape. Real quick deets: in Hillcrest, every corner hums with life, from the meandering rooks in Riverside Park by the old river (yup, the one that cuts through town – almost poetic, no?) to the clatter of bikes and clinks of busy cafes on Liberty Lane.

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