Gianna Leichhardt Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

46 Marion Street, LEICHHARDT

I ain't kidding – sometimes I get mad at the noise on Norton Street; too many blaring tunes. But then I remember the clip from Inside Out: "C’mon Joy, make it work!" and my mood flips. Man, each day is a rollercoaster of f*ck-ups and epic wins.

And then there were 10: Daniels secures top billing for Cannabis Party on Leichhardt ballot